"Let's Go Bowling."

We went bowling on Friday night.

Our neighbors were going, and invited us.

The bowling alley looks like a dump from the outside, but the inside is rocking. It's got cool fluorescent lights, and retro carpeting . . .

. . . and shoelaces that glow in the dark.

Ron was in the lane next to us . . .

. . . Mistah set the camera so it looked like we were bowling in a fishbowl lit by a blacklight.

Vere was there . . .

. . . and so was Cara. I think she just had a good shot. Or threw a good ball. Or something.

I gave Frank a few bowling pointers.

Tracy's turn. Bowling makes for a lot of butt shots.

Mistah's a pretty good bowler.

I don't know, though. Something about his form doesn't seem quite right.

But he does seem to shoot, um, bowl a lot of strikes and spares.

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Now we're talking. That is some fine bowling form.
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I'm not necessarily accurate, but I am Ms. Velocity.

I get that ball down the alley in a hurry. Unfortunately, it doesn't always knock all the pins down. Mistah Schleckah, on the other hand, surprised us all. He seems to be some kind of Bowling Genius. A Ten-Pin Ringer.

The Dude Abides.