More bowling with Woody stories. Last Monday we went bowling, because it's cheap. A small cover charge gets you in the door, then hotdogs and games and shoes are all 50 cents. We played a game or two, and I figured it would be pretty funny to see Woody fall down the lane. I told him I would buy him four hotdogs if he threw himself down the lane. I think he was pretty hungry. Next time up, he threw himself down the lane and got the oil all over his shirt and stuff. I bought him the hotdogs.