“try this,” stink said shoving a piece of beef stick he was eating towards me.
“no, i don’t eat red meat.”
“are you a lesbian,” lane asked.
“no.”
“oh, i was just checking.”

“why don’t you give me a kiss for good luck,” todd said leaning his cheek towards me.
“house rules,” i said. “i can’t kiss the bowlers anymore.”
“why not?”
“the last one died.”

“so when are you gonna get computerized scoring in here?”
“when hell freezes over.”

“come to the legion with us,” jeff said.
“no way, i’m going home.”
“what’s at home?”
“my bed.”
“hell, then i’m going with you.”