Toboggan

Too delicate.

Sledging or tobogganing? It's gotta be sledging.

Tobogganing's posh folk, innit?

Is it?

Toboggan.

them, Dave.

Toboggan.

Morocco.

Anyway.

drink on it.

Toboggan only.

That's it.

we're socially aware, you know, we're trying to help the community, right? So maybe that's where we should rally around.

Now, this was over in Michigan, in Milford.

It was on the Toboggan and Black Locust courses.

And they looked great, Paddy.

So, Black Locust, how good did it look? My

I

agreed.

Yeah, I mean, Toboggan's got such a rich history, so I didn't mind it being on that one.

But Black Locust, my word, some very, very cool holes, some very tight lines, good elevation changes, and some interesting shots.

And that is why many people in the Rutabaga country keep their eyes open for a watermelon moon in the sky with a green rim and red meat inside and black seeds making spots on the red meat.

The Toboggan to the Moon Dream of the Potato-Faced Blind Man One morning in October, the potato-face blind man sat on the corner nearest the post office.

Any ice today came along and said, This is the sad time of the year.

Sad? asked the potato-face blind man, changing his accordion from his right knee to his left knee, and singing softly to the tune he was fumbling on the accordion keys.

And then you kind of come down and you go around the corner and there's, there's no crowd.

There's no one at that end of the, well now I know the Toboggan Run.

It's just maybe like 20 metres, 30 metres.

where there's no one there, maybe a mush or something like that.

And that is why many people in the Rutabaga country keep their eyes open for a watermelon moon in the sky with a green rim and red meat inside and black seeds making spots on the red meat.

The Toboggan to the Moon Dream of the Potato-Faced Blind Man One morning in October, the potato-face blind man sat on the corner nearest the post office.

Any ice today came along and said, This is the sad time of the year.

Sad? asked the potato-face blind man, changing his accordion from his right knee to his left knee, and singing softly to the tune he was fumbling on the accordion keys.