I bowled like a man possessed by heavy metal gods last night. I threw a 180, 224, and a 248..... it was off the hook.... The truckers came though at full tilt with the air horn blasting and the throttle down. We drank 5 pitchers and won all three games. I spent half the night with one arm raised throwin up the horns...and the other half of the night playing air guitar and pounding beers. It was one of those kinna nights. I love those nights.
--Capn' Throwinit S.S. Down