After driving 30-minutes East of Seattle, I expect to see a great bowling alley. But, as we pull into the parking lot, all I see are potholes, a horse and Amish buggy, and no cars to speak of- broken down or otherwise. Even the building is in shambles, needs to be painted and looks a bit haunted. The old road sign reading-Flicker Lanes-is half-burnt out. Seeing the building's interior lights on, I'm reassured that the place is open- but then again, maybe they've been left on by mistake. "There are LOTS of NICE bowling alleys in SEATTLE," I said. "Why did we come ALL THIS WAY to go BOWLING?"" I take it that you've never BEEN here before."" I don't think ANYONE HAS. Furthermore, I don't even KNOW what PLANET we're on."" I don't know what PLANET you're on either... but the rest of us are on your ANUS." I half-smile, marveling at his wittiness.

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