Christine: Christine mad! Christine smash! Christine.....oh, is it my turn to bowl? Sorry, I'll be right there.
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.
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.
Alex: I like em baggie. Besides, if I wore tighter jeans then you'd be able to see my personal bowling pin.
Wes' halitosis was a class 1 deadly toxin in most states.
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?!
Bowling makes Christine happy. Or the pills. One of them. Anyway, she was smiling.
Christy's alternate persona "Sheila", didn't believe in pants.
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.
Alex, not knowing what to do with his hands since there is no female in the vicinity, resorts to playing 'air maracas'.
Paka took his motorcycling very seriously. Which surprised us a bit since his bike had pink stripes. But hey, look at that expression, I ain't gonna mention it.
Having never held a girl's hand before, Alex was fit to burst. He excused himself to the restroom moments later.
We ate at Carrows afterwards; where clean silverware is an extra $3.50.
