Work is brutal, but I enjoy it. Yesterday I made a hole-in-one on the world's longest mini-golf green. So what did I get? A plaque? A t-shirt? A handshake? Ice cream? No, nothing; I received nothing. Never go to Chuckie's family mini-golf course, it's nothing but 18 holes of deceit and pain.
I'm content with ping-pong.
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