Sometimes folks, the dynamite goes boom. Provided you light the fuse, that TNT will most definitely make a loud noise.
Last night the fuse was lit, fighting for a spot in the money game was all it took for The Bowling Wallendas!!! to start their engines.
After spending the afternoon going over plans to buy some electric scooters the Wallendas!!! sans Jones (in London) and Krull (giving those military fat cats hell in the P-gon) showed up ready to bowl. Stunt Cock couldn't make it, so we invited Mel "Mouth of the South" Murphy to join our endeavor and become a part of history. What she became a part of was the most stellar bowling clinic Meister has ever put on.
After a first game that made all my dead relatives roll in their graves I turned that suck knob way way down. Game 2 went thusly-
Frame One- open
Frame Two- open
Frame Three- open
Next Five frames? All strikes motherfucker
Spare
Strike
Spare
See what happened there? I closed that shit out faster than Jesus turning out the money lenders.
Game three was more of the same, it wasn't until the twelfth frame that a pin defied me. Don't worry, afterwards I found that pin, drill a hole in it with my dick and sent it to Libya. In hindsight that seems like a weird thing to do to an inanimate object, but whatever I was pissed.
Gard Dawg came through with his usual panache and Mel proved herself an able-bodied addition to the squad. Hear that Stunt Cock? Your job is on the line.
Oh yeah the Browns shamed the Rams in a stunning pre-season game. GO BROWNS!!!
Meister Out
