Here is the story up to this point:
Once upon a time..... there was a bowler …..who had magical powers….When ever he bowled…..to watch him strike….fear into the hearts….of local hot shots …..Until a new guy…..brought a new ball.… until his mother said…use a new saw…. or you'll be dead ….and beat him badly….With his own ball….drilled for wrong hand…. . After doing this he….cried like a dog….then he ran away….and took up golf…Where he met Sawbones…in a retirement home….who talked him into…getting a sponge bath!…. beautiful nurse said, OH!… My! What a big…ball bag you have….You must be good….dropping all that wood ….His face turned red….he returned to bed …to dream about the…girl that got away….OH ME OH MY… she's with another guy!… who bowls, but lousy…Just like Channel Surfer…can't carry the headpin…..AND LEAVES A TENPIN… which he nails with.. a diarrhea scented storm….the lanes were drenched …With a stinky stinch….of prodigy black gold …All of a sudden… too everyone’s utter dismay…TBU showed up and…puked on the approach….The bionic ball appears…to save the day!… but having pneumonoultramicroscopicvolcanoniosis, he ….went to a volcano....And was ready to jump ....
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My wrist brace is just like my RADAR detector, I really don't need it but it sure makes me feel better when I have it on.
Edited on 10/7/2003 1:18 PM