Wes: Hey look, they're open 24 hours. Just like you! Hahahaha!
Christy: Hey look, your fly is open. You've got 24mm, just like an ant! Hahahahaha!
Christine and Christy were skeptical about the existence of Tobin's third nipple.
Alex, not knowing what to do with his hands since there is no female in the vicinity, resorts to playing 'air maracas'.
Christine: Christine mad! Christine smash! Christine.....oh, is it my turn to bowl? Sorry, I'll be right there.
Sean wore black to blend into the night. He didn't anticipate...um..lighting.
Wes' halitosis was a class 1 deadly toxin in most states.
Tobin: Wait...is my name on the scoreboard "DLDO?" I told you, it's T O B I N. Wait, that wasn't a mistake, was it.
Oh yeah, only hardcore bowlers are comfortable enough to be photographed hugging themselves.
Christy's alternate persona "Sheila", didn't believe in pants.
We had superglued Lora's lips together while she napped briefly. Sure, she was angry at first to be stuck with a kissy face, but she lightened up after a good number of the men (and several women) in the alley gave their phone numbers to her.
Sean had a unique form when he bowled. We think it had something to do with his former career as a speed ice skater.
Bowling makes Christine happy. Or the pills. One of them. Anyway, she was smiling.
Alex: I like em baggie. Besides, if I wore tighter jeans then you'd be able to see my personal bowling pin.
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.
