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.
Paka would soon learn the hard way that licking your bowling ball ala 'The Big Lebowski' is not such a tasty idea.
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.
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.
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.
Alex: It hurts so good!
Wes' halitosis was a class 1 deadly toxin in most states.
Our hacking powers came in handy when Sean installed Quake III on the bowling hall machines.
Tobin was new to the group, but he was pretty sure dropping a dead mouse into Ado's beer wasn't going to get that laugh Sean expected.
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.
Christy's 'Wheel of Fortune' audition was a little lackluster. One, she was seated. Two, she was plastered. Three, Vanna White would never refer to the letter X as "the sexy bitch of the alphabet."
