During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.
That was when things started going downhill rapidly.
Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.
Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.
I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.

(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)
Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:
a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.
Thus ends this post.
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