
I took a bowling class once in college, but I was never very good. I compensated for this by throwing the ball REALLY REALLY hard. Sometimes, though, this comes at the cost of accuracy, as you see so (poorly) illustrated here. I was bowling with Eileen and one of her really old friends, and they happened to see this moment of shame.
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Why do you always depict me as really cranky/mean?
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