Golf Course Pooping!

Welly welly welly well. Now you can see what it's all about. Making poops on the golf course. This is why we're here. That's me and Goose chillin in North Carolina. Goose is a little smaller than me and is sort of purple. He had an accident.

In 1994, I took a trip to the Soviet Union. This was before the country collapsed, so it was still called Russia. I was looking for a good place to eat grass and make poops, so I set my goose ass down in some town called Zyetblagna or some shit. Those Soviets don't know how to name towns proper style, like Canadians. Anyway, I was walking around the town, getting yelled at and threatened, and I came across this dude. He was talking trash about Canada and how it's a crappy maple leaf country. His english wasn't too good, though, so I just laughed at his foreign ass and moved along.
I found some grass and I ate it. I was chewing on it and swallowing. That shit was fun. Then I figured it was a good time to do some pooping. So I got ready and made some poops. Then I came back home to Canadia. Yea bitch!