The big company golf tournament is this weekend. I'm no Jack Nicklaus, but I've got a pretty low handicap. Should I beat my boss if I get the chance?

The God of Thunder replies:
Since you attached no name to your query I'm forced to assume that you ARE in fact Jack Nicklaus. Never the less, I've thought long and hard... pardon me I seem to have gotten distracted for a moment. Were was I? Oh yes, your question.

The answer is quite simple Jack! Take that 9 iron out of your ass and beat yourself to death with it. Pardon my saying so, but who the fuck cares about your golf match with the boss. Either way you've probably got yourself a 401k and a trophy wife. By the way, she's cheating on you. Don't believe me? Ask her about that stain on the living room carpet.

How you corporate Fausts can feel sorry for yourselves is beyond me. If you really want my advice, ditch the golf game, buy a dogeared copy of "On the Road" and hitchhike through this great nation of ours with naught but the tailored shirt on your back. That way your wife and I can finally have the alone time we deserve.