188-189-159 = 536
0 CPL'S but......
Things were looking up. My ball was revving like a Tamanian Devil binging on crack, and I was looking smooth in my throwback number 13 jersey style shirt. Then reality hit like one of my patented pin punishing pitches....Where were the dames ? I was buzzin' around like a bee in the spring, and not a single flower around to pollenate. I panicked. My palms began to sweat, and I started flashing back to Prom night 1989.
I had to do something quick. I went to the bar. There was an older lady there 50-ish looking and wearing a visor. I said "Deal me in buttercup", she didn't respond right away. She studied me hard, real hard. At first I thought that she just didn't get the joke, but now it was apparent that she was undressing me with her eyes. I said "I'll have a Doc's Magic Elixir". I figured if Doc could eak out a couple of measly CPL's with the stuff, I should be able to draw them in from a 50 mile radius. It wasn't to be though, as the bartender didn't seem to know what I was talking about. I settled for a beer, and headed back to my table. The bartender eyeballed me as I walked away. There was no doubt that she wanted to set me up with her hottest daughter, I could see it in her eyes.
My bowling took a nosedive in the third game, kinda like Anna Nicole's dead hubby when the Viagra wore off. There was nothing I could do, I was resigned to my fate. Another night on the lanes, another victim of circumstance.
Okay, you can put me down for 3 CPL's for now, The bartender, her daughter, and Anna Nicole Smith.......When I look up the census information on CPL's within a 50 mile radius, you can add them in later.
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What's a spare ?