Lola; Ray. Im going to need a designated driver.
Ray: I thought you were going bowling,
Lola; I am,
Ray: Then why would you need a designated driver?
Lola: Your lack of sports knowledge is astounding,
Only went bowling once . . . duckpins . . . by the end of the humiliating experience over half the patrons would come to watch each time it was my turn.
After dozens of gutter balls, my friends told me just to try rolling the ball slowly down the center of the lane . . . so I did.After an eternity, the ball finally stopped . . . resting on the “head”/first (?) pin. The manager had to get it because the automatic thing-a-ma-jig didn’t register to clear away the pins and the ball. My friends and the folks in the adjoining lanes were laughing their heads off.
My second try . . . the ball stopped halfway down the lane and just sat there. That is when the crowd really began to form.
My last and final ball before I crawled out to the car in shame : I listened to the advice of the mob (my former friends) and tried once again to roll the ball harder . . . !!! It bounced (okay, I know they don’t bonce, but this one really did!!!!!!!) , skipped over the next lane and rolled down the third lane rolling in and out of the gutter, knocking the player’s bowling ball and costing him a spare.
I don’t drink alcohol, but that night I came so close . . . so very close.
x_Tech over 10 years ago
Bowling:The way to organize your drinking.
Linda1259 over 10 years ago
Only went bowling once . . . duckpins . . . by the end of the humiliating experience over half the patrons would come to watch each time it was my turn.
After dozens of gutter balls, my friends told me just to try rolling the ball slowly down the center of the lane . . . so I did.After an eternity, the ball finally stopped . . . resting on the “head”/first (?) pin. The manager had to get it because the automatic thing-a-ma-jig didn’t register to clear away the pins and the ball. My friends and the folks in the adjoining lanes were laughing their heads off.
My second try . . . the ball stopped halfway down the lane and just sat there. That is when the crowd really began to form.
My last and final ball before I crawled out to the car in shame : I listened to the advice of the mob (my former friends) and tried once again to roll the ball harder . . . !!! It bounced (okay, I know they don’t bonce, but this one really did!!!!!!!) , skipped over the next lane and rolled down the third lane rolling in and out of the gutter, knocking the player’s bowling ball and costing him a spare.
I don’t drink alcohol, but that night I came so close . . . so very close.