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April 9, 2009


One Word Theme: Strike

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The crowd gathering around the edge of the lane stood hushed, their collective tension threatening to engulf the entire alley.

The tall, curvy blonde held her seven-pound ball incorrectly. Her tight jeans strained against voluptuous hips as she stooped to deliver.

The ball bounced and spun as it skipped down the waxed hardwood, slowing dramatically before nudging the front-most pin. Still, the momentum was enough to bring down the entire set.

A strike! A perfect game! Behind the stunning maiden, her admirers erupted in cheers.

The lane's manager grabbed an assistant. "OK," he said. "Now you can remove the bumpers."

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