When I was younger,
My father took myself and my two brothers bowling. As none of us had ever held a bowling ball before, let alone bowled one, we didn't manage to get one strike, let alone three.

The neighbouring bowlers on the other hand, got three strikes and started cheering about turkeys. So my father patiently explained to us about the special promotion that the bowling alley holds every year around Christmas and that he goes bowling every year to win our Christmas dinner. Oh, and we mustn't tell our mother.

This led to two things, conspiratorial winks over the Christmas dinner every year from when I was about twelve, to absolute cringing embarrassment when I suggested to my new college friends, that they ought to pick up their gift turkey before we left the bowling alley, after they managed three in a row.

A hidden time bomb that took seven years to come to light, nice one Dad.
(Unit, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 1:13, 1 reply)

i like your dad

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 16:38, closed)