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.
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?!
We ate at Carrows afterwards; where clean silverware is an extra $3.50.
Paka would soon learn the hard way that licking your bowling ball ala 'The Big Lebowski' is not such a tasty idea.
The Breast Holding Society has its first meeting of the year.
Christy practiced her "evil genius" gestures 4 hours a day.
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.
Having never held a girl's hand before, Alex was fit to burst. He excused himself to the restroom moments later.
Surprises from behind make everyone happy.
Alex: It hurts so good!
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.
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 was remarkably upbeat for a guy with a broken neck. He even gave some encouraging "words" to Jen who had to stay behind to work on bowling night.
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.
