A few days ago I set out to discover my blue collar, working class roots. Y'know, mingle with the proletariat, the salt of the earth, the common man.

My first bowling experience was good times... downing some brewskies, talk about girls, cheating on my score, hoping to catch a glimpse of The Dude, maybe even The Jesus. My only disappointment was in discovering that they technically wouldn't let me rear back and chuck the ball myself:

Apparently, the local nursing home had some extra equipment...

It's a miracle! I can walk again!!!