Birthday at Bowlmor


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Christian & Kambri circa 1950.
All starry-eyed and innocent
(before the clock struck 2:08 AM on 6/22/03,
and I officially became an old, drunk hag).


One of 1,353 thumbs ups witnessed during the evening. This classic pose was brought to you by Ken Goldstein.

Christian earned a cool $9.00 (US currency)
for guzzling honey mustard, ketchup, beer, wine and toothpaste.
Hands off, ladies. He's all mine!


Bob. No worries, we took her keys
away shortly after this photo.


Michael and Greg.
There is nothing funny to say here.

Heidi and me sitting in a tree. Okay, there was nothing funny here either.

Scott and Brian suck at bowling but at least they have each other.

Imagine a pre-historic raptor.
Now open your eyes.
See the difference? I didn't think so.

Christ (aka Ken), post-strike.
I have three other photos of this exact pose by three other individuals.
We are one cocky bunch.

Stella and Peggy, two lovely ladies who had the sad misfortune of seeing me stroke my imaginary cock in a masturbatory gesture every time I made a strike or spare.

I'm so ashamed.

Oh my God, we should freeze our sperm and eggs and replenish the earth with beautiful babies once we zap our DNA of all the psychological mayhem and alcoholism and find some dumb bitch to carry the fetus and raise it and stuff.


Final scores. I'm on top, literally and figurately.

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