"What? Go bowling? Good idea, Tami. I'll call Lee and invite him and Heather. What's that, Lee? Ken of Ken & Beaner wants to go, too? Is he asking for trouble? Does he want to see how much I tower over him? Let's get it on. Oh, and Nick can go, too." --Wolfe

Blah blah ball joke. Har har.

The computer used to score our game has the same internal workings as a household vacuum cleaner.

Most of us were transfixed more by the scoring computer than the actual game itself

Girls. Hugging.

Ass. Bowling.

Heather likes to prolong the suffering of the pins by rolling the ball nice and slow.

Nick bet Heather that Wolfe couldn't go more than five minutes without threatening someone's life. She lost.

Tami's friend, Jimmy. Dyed hair, pierced lips, and a gorilla shirt. But damnit, he was a pleasant soul and a good bowler.

Now let's discuss Ken. Ken was bound and determined to win.

In all honesty, Ken probably would have had a much better game had Wolfe not been coughing the word "Arbitron!"

Little did we know, Ken is a wonderful tribal dancer.

What Ken would look like on a fishhook.

Then we photoshopped his glasses off. The results were shocking

What the hell, Ken? That's just gaudy, dude. Who needs that much bling?

Lee wouldn't bowl another frame until someone agreed to take a picture of his ass in action.

Long ago, Lee formed the habit of bowling like he conducts business: underhanded.

Lee's likeness is now on display at Madam Tussauds in London

Nick is the only man I know that can bowl with one finger

Wolfe came in first place, followed by Lee with Jimmy in a close third.

It was good of Tami to take time out of her busy motocross schedule.

And now, an unprecedented view up Wolfe's nose

Of particular interest in this picture is Wolfe's performance in the bottom row. How many strikes is that? Five? Daaaamn.

Ken, who told us that he has, at one time, bowled well over 200, did not.

Nick and Heather enjoyed pointing out that they are the ones with the highest-paying full time jobs.

High-scorer Wolfe walks away with the cash prize. Fitty cents. As of press time, Wolfe had no plans for his winnings.

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