Some people's kids...
Sometimes I laugh when I think something bad is going to happen to someone. And not like "HAHA you fell down the stairs". I mean real traumatic stuff. Just because they deserve it. It's sick and twisted and makes me a bad person, but oh well. Case in point:

I went bowling this afternoon at Lancer (which I think is going to be my regular center from now on, but that's another story). Averaged 207. You have no freakin' idea how excited it made me that I'm averaging over 200 again. The bowling was awesome, but the group that was bowling next to me just killed me. There were three people, two guys and one VERY pregnant girl (from the size of her, I'd say at LEAST seven months). If I had to guess, I'd say the two guys were complete assholes based on the way they dressed, what they said, body language, etc. The girl didn't really move or say much, so I couldn't really get a read on her, but one of those guys was definitely her baby daddy. First off, if my girlfriend were that pregnant, the bowling alley would be one of the LAST places I suggest we go. Maybe Westdale because of how big and open it is. Definitely not Lancer. Second, if I were those two guys, I would sure as shit not chain smoke right next to this girl. Guess what, assholes? Blowing your smoke straight up doesn't do shit inside a bowling alley. Third, if I were as pregnant as this girl, I WOULDN'T BOWL!!! I thought she was just there to watch. No. She was there bowling. Using at least an 11 lb. ball (I know house ball weights based on colors. I'm a dork.). ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I know when you're pregnant, you're not supposed to lift over 20 lbs, but I'd think when you're that fucking far along you're not supposed to lift anything heavier than a pint of ice cream. Seriously, people. Have some fucking sense. I'm gonna laugh when your baby chokes. See? Told you.