In these, the dog days of the bowling season, there isn’t much excitement floating around the lanes. Just wet feet and spilt beer mixed with fried dough and the pungent tang of one old lady’s A535. At least I hope that’s what’s emitting such a stench. To keep the mind
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God bless the Duke of Argyll! If the youth of today aren’t the most annoying creatures on the planet I’ll eat my finest Sunday derby. Condor-sized prairie mosquitos and door-knocking donation guilt-trippers have nothing on these grating simpletons. I went to one of those Halloween corn maze dealies with the