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	Comments on: The Bowling Grinch	</title>
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	<description>A little bit of heaven &#38; A whole lot of hell</description>
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		By: Jodi		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2006/11/the-bowling-grinch/#comment-14336</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 20:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am so naming all you bastards in my suicide note.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so naming all you bastards in my suicide note.</p>
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		By: Thomas		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2006/11/the-bowling-grinch/#comment-14335</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 19:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The black market Vioxx still was pumping in Mike&#039;s veins as he piled into his Dodge neon with his daughter. Here he was, on a cold Friday night, the RA crippling his joints was, for once, held at bay. He remembered how his Dad would take him bowling, or &quot;Polish Chess&quot; as he called it. &quot;Bowling, Mikey,&quot; his dad calling him by his loved-loathed-loved nickname, &quot;is about skill and finesse. It&#039;s like courting a woman and saving a friendship. If you can bowl, you can do anything.&quot; Like Mike, his Dad&#039;s RA soon left him unable to bowl, or much of anything else. Mike remembered how much pain his Dad was in that last day when he asked Mike to get them some  Pepsis from the 7-11. Mike was just closing the cooler when he heard the bang from his Dad&#039;s service revolver. It was probably a blessing that the crowd blocked the view of the brain and blood splattered windows of the truck, but Mike still felt no closure. Now, cruising around with nowhere to go, nowhere to bowl, Mike spotted the 7-11 a few blocks away. Forcing a smile, he turned to his only child and asked, &quot;Kelly, honey, you know how sore my joints are. Would you mind going into the store and getting us some Pepsis?&quot;

The last thing he thought was how bitter the barrel tasted in him mouth.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The black market Vioxx still was pumping in Mike&#8217;s veins as he piled into his Dodge neon with his daughter. Here he was, on a cold Friday night, the RA crippling his joints was, for once, held at bay. He remembered how his Dad would take him bowling, or &#8220;Polish Chess&#8221; as he called it. &#8220;Bowling, Mikey,&#8221; his dad calling him by his loved-loathed-loved nickname, &#8220;is about skill and finesse. It&#8217;s like courting a woman and saving a friendship. If you can bowl, you can do anything.&#8221; Like Mike, his Dad&#8217;s RA soon left him unable to bowl, or much of anything else. Mike remembered how much pain his Dad was in that last day when he asked Mike to get them some  Pepsis from the 7-11. Mike was just closing the cooler when he heard the bang from his Dad&#8217;s service revolver. It was probably a blessing that the crowd blocked the view of the brain and blood splattered windows of the truck, but Mike still felt no closure. Now, cruising around with nowhere to go, nowhere to bowl, Mike spotted the 7-11 a few blocks away. Forcing a smile, he turned to his only child and asked, &#8220;Kelly, honey, you know how sore my joints are. Would you mind going into the store and getting us some Pepsis?&#8221;</p>
<p>The last thing he thought was how bitter the barrel tasted in him mouth.</p>
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		By: Placemat		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2006/11/the-bowling-grinch/#comment-14321</link>

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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 20:07:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Where they live, divorce or not, all assumptions aside, Dad just wanted his girl to have a good time.  

You coulda, shoulda caved.  Big Meanie!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Where they live, divorce or not, all assumptions aside, Dad just wanted his girl to have a good time.  </p>
<p>You coulda, shoulda caved.  Big Meanie!</p>
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		By: Charles		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2006/11/the-bowling-grinch/#comment-14317</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Charles]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 01:24:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reading saves. Like Jesus.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reading saves. Like Jesus.</p>
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		By: UH		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2006/11/the-bowling-grinch/#comment-14312</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[UH]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 21:38:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wow, she _is_ strict.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, she _is_ strict.</p>
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