We played the babes of the bowling alley last Tuesday night. Usually they bowl in pyjamas. Tonight was a normal clothing affair, though. Mid twenties i would say, all of them. The rigours of age had yet to wear them down to the craggy, hump-backed crones that typically inhabit the
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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