Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
“I’d kill the tobacco industry for a cigarette right now.”
Throws a cigarette, “Here, Paul.”
“Thanks, Vinny.”
Vinny to a third unnamed person, “So as I was saying this guy just kept on rubbing his crotch every time he was up.”
Paul coughs on the smoke, “What?”
“Well, this guy, whenever he’d bowl, after he’d let go of the ball, he’d just start rubbing his crotch.” Grabs crotch.
“You mean he would grabbed his dick after rolling the ball down the lane?” Also grabs crotch.
“Yeah, he would just clutch his package and rub it until the ball hit the pins.”
“Was it like a superstition thing? Was he rolling a perfect game?”
“No, he was retarded.”
“Oh. There goes all my time on The Paul Marken theory relating crotch rubbing with bowling.” Paul laughs.
“So, do you to bowl, Paul? You should come out with the bunch of us onetime.”
“You know what? I hate bowling. I HATE IT. If I’m with a group of people who want to go bowling, it takes SO MUCH for me to go with them. Then, when I bowl, I just want my turn to be finished, so I tend to strike out each frame, so I don’t have to waste anymore time up there.”
“Wow. You should be a pro.”
“Fuck that! But I hear the groupies on the bowling circuit are mad-crazy doing coke off each other’s titties and shit!” Paul pretends to snort something off of Vinny’s chest.
“Back off.” Vinny pushes Paul back, “It’s just that I know people would KILL for natural ability like that.”
“It’s NOT natural ability! It’s just my loathing for the “sport”. I can’t believe it’s even considered a sport. It’s just like a huge parlor game. In my mind, it’s just like foosball.” Paul pretends to play “air foosball”.
“So you just go up, roll, get a strike, and sit back down? You make it sound easy.” Vinny laughs.
“Yah, sometimes, I get a spare, but the thing is that I just DO NOT LIKE being up there. And the social aspect of bowling? It’s just like we’re wasting time with annoying chatter until it’s our time to roll at gay-looking sparkly ball down to a bunch of phallic symbols.”
“Whoa! What do the pins looking like phallic symbols have to do with you hating bowling?”
“Umm, nothing.”
“Okay, then.” Vinny looks at Paul strangely.
“So, what’s with all the bowling talk?” Paul takes a long drag on his cigarette.
“Well, Ryan has becoming quite the bowling king. He got 202 the other day. It’s very impressive. I was talking to him about it. He got a four-bagger, while I got a turkey.”
“Four-bagger? That sounds painful.” Paul pretends to speed-bag punch Vinny’s crotch.
Laughter, “No, it’s when you get four strikes in a row.” Vinny pushes Paul back again.
“I knew that.”
“Hmm, you sure know a lot about bowling for someone who hates it. Are you sure you aren’t in the closet?” Vinny strokes his chin.
“What?! I’m not gay!”
“”In the closet” in regards to you liking bowling, not men!”
Paul scoffs, “Shit man, I knew you were still talking about bowling.”
“Really? Because it sounded like you didn’t. It sounded like you thought I was calling you gay. I bet you have a bunch of vintage bowling shirts in your closet. Right next to your tranny outfits that you like to parade around the roost in! Ah HA! ” Vinny pushes Paul again, making it three times in this conversation.
“Holy shit, what’s with the aggression, Vinny? I don’t like bowling. What’s wrong with that?”
“It just seems like a waste of natural talent.”
“I don’t have NATURAL talent! I just get strikes so I don’t have to bowl longer than I have to. How can I explain to you that I fucking hate to bowl?” Paul seems upset as he finishes his cigarette.
Sighs, “Wasted youth.” Vinny laughs.
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The wave of the future
Throws a cigarette, “Here, Paul.”
“Thanks, Vinny.”
Vinny to a third unnamed person, “So as I was saying this guy just kept on rubbing his crotch every time he was up.”
Paul coughs on the smoke, “What?”
“Well, this guy, whenever he’d bowl, after he’d let go of the ball, he’d just start rubbing his crotch.” Grabs crotch.
“You mean he would grabbed his dick after rolling the ball down the lane?” Also grabs crotch.
“Yeah, he would just clutch his package and rub it until the ball hit the pins.”
“Was it like a superstition thing? Was he rolling a perfect game?”
“No, he was retarded.”
“Oh. There goes all my time on The Paul Marken theory relating crotch rubbing with bowling.” Paul laughs.
“So, do you to bowl, Paul? You should come out with the bunch of us onetime.”
“You know what? I hate bowling. I HATE IT. If I’m with a group of people who want to go bowling, it takes SO MUCH for me to go with them. Then, when I bowl, I just want my turn to be finished, so I tend to strike out each frame, so I don’t have to waste anymore time up there.”
“Wow. You should be a pro.”
“Fuck that! But I hear the groupies on the bowling circuit are mad-crazy doing coke off each other’s titties and shit!” Paul pretends to snort something off of Vinny’s chest.
“Back off.” Vinny pushes Paul back, “It’s just that I know people would KILL for natural ability like that.”
“It’s NOT natural ability! It’s just my loathing for the “sport”. I can’t believe it’s even considered a sport. It’s just like a huge parlor game. In my mind, it’s just like foosball.” Paul pretends to play “air foosball”.
“So you just go up, roll, get a strike, and sit back down? You make it sound easy.” Vinny laughs.
“Yah, sometimes, I get a spare, but the thing is that I just DO NOT LIKE being up there. And the social aspect of bowling? It’s just like we’re wasting time with annoying chatter until it’s our time to roll at gay-looking sparkly ball down to a bunch of phallic symbols.”
“Whoa! What do the pins looking like phallic symbols have to do with you hating bowling?”
“Umm, nothing.”
“Okay, then.” Vinny looks at Paul strangely.
“So, what’s with all the bowling talk?” Paul takes a long drag on his cigarette.
“Well, Ryan has becoming quite the bowling king. He got 202 the other day. It’s very impressive. I was talking to him about it. He got a four-bagger, while I got a turkey.”
“Four-bagger? That sounds painful.” Paul pretends to speed-bag punch Vinny’s crotch.
Laughter, “No, it’s when you get four strikes in a row.” Vinny pushes Paul back again.
“I knew that.”
“Hmm, you sure know a lot about bowling for someone who hates it. Are you sure you aren’t in the closet?” Vinny strokes his chin.
“What?! I’m not gay!”
“”In the closet” in regards to you liking bowling, not men!”
Paul scoffs, “Shit man, I knew you were still talking about bowling.”
“Really? Because it sounded like you didn’t. It sounded like you thought I was calling you gay. I bet you have a bunch of vintage bowling shirts in your closet. Right next to your tranny outfits that you like to parade around the roost in! Ah HA! ” Vinny pushes Paul again, making it three times in this conversation.
“Holy shit, what’s with the aggression, Vinny? I don’t like bowling. What’s wrong with that?”
“It just seems like a waste of natural talent.”
“I don’t have NATURAL talent! I just get strikes so I don’t have to bowl longer than I have to. How can I explain to you that I fucking hate to bowl?” Paul seems upset as he finishes his cigarette.
Sighs, “Wasted youth.” Vinny laughs.
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The wave of the future
