During the winter months Beth and I often find ourselves in the local bowling alley with friends, 'whooping ass' - so to speak, at this not-invented-in-but-distinctly-American pastime.
Well, just before the time change here in Europe, we went one last time to the lanes. It was a special night at Bison Bowling, because just as we were getting warmed up (frame 3), the lights went out, loud disco music rumbled through the hall, and a laser hit the disco ball sending blades of light across the lane. Disco bowling!
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