Went bowling today for the first time in like a year or two. I am usually pretty terrible but I mustered up a 102. Not bad, considering I started off with 21 through the first four frames. Then I got two strikes in a row, and went off from there.
The last time I went bowling, I made my nephew puke.
He was using a house ball, and had a little blister form on his thumb.
I started going on and on about how scores of people every week use these balls, a lot of them probably have blisters form and burst just like his.
Then I explained that his open wound was being repeatedly thrust in to a soupy mess of the pus and blood drippings of hundreds of people, and he probably has hepatitis A-Z along with a myriad of never before seen diseases.
Puked up his nachos right back in to the little container they came in.