The above picture is the only proof that I have as of now to prove that I am the Queen of all that is bowling. See that big smile?! THAT’S THE SMILE OF A WINNER!
I hadn’t been bowling in quite some time, I’d say around six years, so I was eager to take up the offer of my fellow delegates during a recent Model United Nations conference to go show my skillz (with a ‘z’).
Beside me is my dear friend Parker, who looks sad because I was kicking his ass so, so, SO insanely. Like a Puma. Or (and this is my new favorite animal, I think) like a Wampuscat.
You see, at the Bowling Alley there was a giant sign declaring some sort of team the Wampuscats. Now really, what the HELL is a Wampuscat?! Well World, I looked up Wampuscats, and this is what I found: nothing. Nothing at all.
I found a blue picture of a cat and some guy’s album from way back when. Nothing about the six-legged cat that I had heard about!
My point is, you can’t just go out and make up some random animal to represent your team! Not if it’s not on Google! Crazy hillbilly bastards, that’s all I have to say.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wampus_cat
Apparently it’s some crazy Native American lady. odd.
Oh and click on Conway and there’s the origin of all that Toad Suck craziness. Man that was a weird town.
My bowling team’s name is Celestial Bodies. Worst Name Evar!
Wampuscats? Bowling? Sorry, I’m still straing and drooling over Parker…
Homina, homina, homina…..
HUGS…
Please keep all drooling directed at those of us over the age of consent, more specifically, me.
Craig, sweetie, the Parker drooling was in addition to constant drooling at you…and paled in comparison to the saliva expelled at your expense.
Feel better?
HUGS
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