Bowling

So yesterday, I went bowling. And I went did it for charity! Yay! Ofcouse, I don't really know what charity but I imagine it's a good one like, The Coalition to Save People That Bite Their Fingernails (because that's gross), which is also known as TCTSPTBTF(btg).

Anyway, the alley offered a special at their snack bar: 1$ Hot Dogs. Wow, I thought to myself, what a deal. So I purchased one and began my attempt at bowling.

Well, let's not talk about how well I did... mainly because my main goal was to see how fast I could hurl the ball down the lane. I embarrassingly only bowled a 95. But I did roll that ball at 16.62 MPH. Yeah, I'm good.

So, on my way home I felt my stomach grumble. It was nothing, I assured myself it was my body's rejection of my pathetic performance amongst the balding and fat bowling elites, League Bowlers.

But upon my arrival home, my previous assurances were wrong, very wrong. I got out of the car and decided that for a few moments I wanted to put myself i the shoes of a bulimic model. Yes, I vomited. I vomited viciously and abundantly. And I swore a complete and undying hatred for that bowling alley and that hot dog.

But in the end I guess I got what I paid for. I tasted two meals. One covered in mustard. The other in stomach acid.