Sean would stand there for minutes at a time after bowling. Sometimes he would throw his shoe at any pins left standing. Sometimes he'd blow at them. And sometimes, just sometimes, he'd sit his crazy ass down.
Wes' halitosis was a class 1 deadly toxin in most states.
Alex: It hurts so good!
Alex's attempts to spit into Ado's corona failed time and time again. Why so many people were determined to do something to her beer, I'm not sure. But she was getting pretty fed up with it.
Surprises from behind make everyone happy.
I congratulated Wes on the turkey, but he didn't know that was a bowling term and pouted about how mean I was the rest of the night.
Christy practiced her "evil genius" gestures 4 hours a day.
Sean wore black to blend into the night. He didn't anticipate...um..lighting.
Christine: Christine mad! Christine smash! Christine.....oh, is it my turn to bowl? Sorry, I'll be right there.
Paka would soon learn the hard way that licking your bowling ball ala 'The Big Lebowski' is not such a tasty idea.
Wes (drunk): I love you man! No really, I do. Hey man, how many times do I have to touch you 'down there' before you believe me?!
Christy: You suck at bowling, life, and everything you will ever do in your short time on this miserable planet!
{more quietly} I think we should make that into our team cheer.
While Lora and Ado were looking at the camera, Wes was checking out their shoes. Oh yeah, those sexy sexy shoes.
Mike: This guy over here thinks he can pick up that spare. Ha! I will pick up my spare, knock down his pins with my mind, and sleep with his girl. This is how powerful I am.
