WHY I WENT...
Why I went bowling with your
big, fat mother, I'll never know.
She couldn't even fit her fat fingers
in the holes in the ball; just threw
it down the alley like some rude
Pete Rose. Slamming into pins
with an obese aplomb. When
she got up, there was a spot on
the floor. So gross. I took her
outside, to my Austin Mini. The
car bolted. Said 'You can't come
ini.' We went for a hot dog at
Papaya Joe's. It's a two-dollar
hot dog place. They used to be
a quarter each, when people
lined up. Now, no more. Two
bucks a shot for the very same
crap. She ate 14. I said, 'I'm
never coming back.'
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