I have to say, even with as insane as this nation is at this time, to me, there's something quite comforting about a President who bonds over beer.
And nothing goes better with beer, than Bowling. I used to enjoy bowling, about 12 years ago this month, our heralded Robot leader organized a "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" bowling party in honor of Jules Verne's Birthday. (I believe that some of you were there)
A good time was had by all, until Mrs. Linkey-Loo slipped while stepping up to the lane, and blew the tip of her pinky out with a 12 lb. bowling ball. We took her to not one, but TWO emergency rooms to get tended to (in her bowling shoes, no less). Needless to say, we haven't bowled since, and she can now predict rain with her pinkey (or what's left of it). This was at the Presidio Bowl - just after the base became decomissio ed. I recently read that the alley may become a victim of art. Put that in your GAP™ jeans.
Special thanks to Lael Kopke for her role as pinch-hit emergency nurse and "li'l" Timmy Fender for cleaning up all of the blood.
"I look up to the heavens,
For a ray of hope to shine.
And there it is in neon,
Liquor beer and wine."
Linkey-Loo Robot -
AJC
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