So, you fancy yourself a bit of a kegler? You like to wear used shoes that reek strongly of curry and paprika? You think you are pretty chic and hip when you run down the platform and cast your big ball down the lane with flagrant swinging of your arms? Fie! I say fie. Fie upon you and your house. Spare, strike, split. These terms barely mean anything to you. You laugh out loud in a boisterous and jocular manner, yet your hilarity only drowns out the single lonely cry of the five pin. Mark my words, you will rue the day of your disingenuous chortle (and yes, I said rue), your knee-slapping ignorance. A bit of a kegler indeed!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Hare Pin Turn
So, you fancy yourself a bit of a kegler? You like to wear used shoes that reek strongly of curry and paprika? You think you are pretty chic and hip when you run down the platform and cast your big ball down the lane with flagrant swinging of your arms? Fie! I say fie. Fie upon you and your house. Spare, strike, split. These terms barely mean anything to you. You laugh out loud in a boisterous and jocular manner, yet your hilarity only drowns out the single lonely cry of the five pin. Mark my words, you will rue the day of your disingenuous chortle (and yes, I said rue), your knee-slapping ignorance. A bit of a kegler indeed!
