I went bowling today. Had a blast. Well sorta. I didn't have anything else to do and I'd done everything else so I thought, "hey let's go bowling". You know it's the last thing to do when there's nothing else to do right?
When I say I had a blast I found it intersting that old ladies think bowlings an exercise. How many people really find bowling as a stimulant. Alley's are the only place left where you can order a beer and still have an ashtray built in to your bench. And look at the guys who bowl professionally, they're FAT... Hello! Strike three.
I did get some compliments on my ball though. No I didn't choose the small finger hole one for the five year old. Now that would have been hilarious huh? Who makes these balls anyway? Aren't they like a hundred years old by now?
I chose the one with the incredible hulk finger holes. Now who the hell has fingers that big. It's either feast or famine with those balls though. Pinky small or Thumb big.
All the girls looked with envy when I rolled that big fingered ball down the lane. Not because of the strike but the size of my fingers really got their attention. Need I say more. Give bowling a try hairy legged dudes. It's not the size of the balls but the size of your finger too. Hey I didn't make those balls, don't look at me like that.
