| Posted in | Posted on Sunday, August 10, 2014
WendellVans hit me up asking if I wanted to join Brian BCal's bowling night. Bowling you say? You know that's my sh*t!
4 = DEATH
Ruh-roh.
Surprisingly decent chicken sandwich. The coating used tasted like turon.
All these balls. #pause
Twins. HAHAHAHA.
Who is this fool with his own bowling shoes? (and bowling ball and bowling bag and bowling wrist support)
Versus.
The BSB crew.
My score is on the top right. Not bad, eh? Stitches and all.
Her effect on most men.
Hey Wendell, please tell the world how big of a Giants far you are.
This Magoo's pizza dog, DAWG.
You can't bowl with us!
Roll with a psycho than go dolo. (j/k)
You mad, doggie?
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