enjoy your death trap ladies

so blogger finally let me post pictures again, but i'm so irritated i don't really want to follow through with anything. i also feel sick from packing all my belongings and getting excited about the upcoming soccer season. then again, maybe i got the diabetes.



last week, or whenever it was, the butt patrol and i Q'ed and went bowling. this is doctor doom showing us how he splits skulls at the alley. Kaboom! Kaboom!


then claire and josh had sex in my bedroom. claire does things other women won't, like have sex for money. well, not really. claire likes to tickle josh because unlike other humans who chuckle when tickled, josh chirps like a bird. what kind of bird is it again, toby?


josh was happy about the romp with claire and feels he will be ready for the nezt bout by next spring. claire thought josh would have been in better shape.



so we drank in my yard and eventually took a subway machine to a bowling alley that i'm pretty sure was in egypt. at the alley i was overwhelmed by all the goings-on, with the romanian pop music blaring and "tasty sluts" abound. however, there was an issue with the footwear, in that everyone else got cool, retro bowling shoes and i got ebonite brand rental shoes. i mean really, it's bad enough they made me check my hooker at the door and wouldn't let me bowl with a severed head. the alley people really wanted to make me look creepy.


see. josh got real shoes. oh well, the joke is on the bowling alley because i replaced all the pins with hoagies.


the night was amazing. we drank buckets of rolling rocks, rolled heavy balls at pins, then later at hoagies, and engaged with a bartender who, from what my clinical skills allowed me to understand, has a watermelon where his brain should be. this i should say was terrifying. but you wouldn't know that this fellow wanted to either eat your skin (or briefly gnaw on your thumbs) from the way josh casually talked with him. for example, josh would say, "hey, how are you? a bucket of rocks please." then the bartender would get the beer, give it to us and say, "the government!" while sharpening his knives and tying a noose. to this josh would casually respond, "yeah, i'm looking forward to the coming elections as well. hey, is that a knot? i also like to tie things. ok. see you later" as i remained at the bar clutching my thumbs. good job josh.


here are some of our scores.


at the end of the night seth, sheena and i decided to walk to a bar in park slope while out friends decided driving with this wobbly fellow was the best course of action. hey, i know what's wrong with this lesbian bar...


well, you guys missed out because i saw this picture on the way to the bar.