Bullets and Bowling

You heard me, my date packed heat to go bowling. Should I even say more than that? Vindication did come when he went to throw what was probably going to be yet another strike and he hit his funny bone on his gun: next stop gutter ball city.
I will say that the alley we went to was not the nicest and in a sketchier part of town, but glocks and granny rolls just don't mix.
Because I prefer to not wear a bullet proof vest when hanging with boys I think I'll have to pass. Best of luck "John McClane" in finding a new leading lady to protect.