You can catch me in the 2008 Olympics
'Tis the season to play british drinking games. I realized no one would believe I actually spent my Friday afternoon lawn bowling so I pulled some pictures to PROVE I know how to toss some balls.
Yes people, lawwwwwwwwwwn bowling.
Me.
If I were English it would have been a typical Friday afternoon. And just before all that drinking went down we played a jolly good game on the green lawns of... downtown Minneapolis. Should it come as a surprise that my raw talent earned the nickname of, "The Ringer"? Apparently I know just what do do with balls when I've had a little alcohol. I'm just sayin' people. It's *just* like when I played that English pool game - the one with all the little nobs sticking up out of the half-size pool table. The one where I kicked no less than 3 british asses in to Humiliation Alley with their own game. On their own turf. In to submission. OH THE HORROR OF AN AMERICAN WOMAN HUMILIATING 3 GROWN, ENGLISH MEN!
And then I batted my eyes. (Always best to batte your eyes and dish out compliments in a moment like that)
Figured since it's early in the week you'll be in need of a few laughs.
Oops, laundry day at Joe's house. Oh the embarrassment of WEARING TWO DIFFERENT COLORED SOCKS TO WORK AND GETTING BUSTED!
The game is on!
Check out my fine, American form. Notice the Super Spectacular Sunglasses of Lawn Bowlery, Not To Mention Depth Perception™ adorning my chubby cheeks.
Here's a group shot of most of the tossers. I mean punters.
