Bowl-a-rama
I’ve decided my girfriend is the best thing ever to happen to the fine sport of bowling. When she sends the bowling ball flying down the lane she bends over for moment, wiggling her round bottom as she tracks the ball’s progress. If she knocks down a bunch of pins she jumps up and squeals and performs a little dance. More bottom-wiggling ensues. Should the ball land in the gutter, however, Leslie jumps up and emits slightly different squeals. Her bottom still wiggles. Either way I win.
As you might imagine, Peggy and I had a helluva time last night kicking back with some beers and watching the Leslie show. Now if we can only convince her to bowl naked…
