My date for the evening....a 50 pound bowling shark who can hardly lift a 12 pound ball. Yet he threw three strikes in the first set.
(Side note...my little Dabber here. Score a touchdown? Dab. Roll a strike? Dab. Sneeze? Why of course, you Dab!)
(Side note...my little Dabber here. Score a touchdown? Dab. Roll a strike? Dab. Sneeze? Why of course, you Dab!)
My ego is glad burgers and fries are next on the lineup!
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