he’s a spackler…
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. Yeah, a looper, you know … a caddy, looper, jock … so I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald … striking.
So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga … gunga, gunga-galunga.
So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama! hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you play with your blocks, in your living room, you will build for hours and they’ll never fall.”
…so I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
Just in case anyone is wondering “what the heck?” to today’s post…
First of all, shame on you (okay, fine … I’m not here to judge). But seriously, watch this. And then go watch the whole movie. Twice.