Is he dead yet?

[surfered]

2. I did it. I 86'd 47 myself.

I’d grown tired of envisioning imaginary ways of his demise and took matters into my own hands and I think I’ll get away with it.

I’m a terrible golfer, so I just hit my normal banana slice from the adjoining fairway and the ball struck him dead center in that ugly orange noggin that encases his really big brain and his hair was just too thin to absorb the impact.

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Problem solved.

You’re welcome.