i swear i don't know how my finger got stuck in there.

If ever I had a need to prove that God either doesn't exist or that he/she has taken permanent leave from us, this proof ladies and gentlemen, is cosmic bowling. I have nothing against regular bowling, just the cosmic variety. Bowling like normal people can but fun, entertaining, just a general good wholesome time really. But once the lights go off and the blacklight goes on, the disco balls start turning and the Sean Paul music begins, basically it all goes to hell. This shit cost 42$ for 3 people to play 4 games. 42$ and we couldn't even see the marks on the lanes. For games of this pointless ball chucking and as i'm walking to return my rented shoes with the neon yellow laces, i realized shit man the other side of the alley isn't cosmic bowling, it's Kareoke bowling, shit...well at least we'll have something to do next weekend, yep.