In interview David blabs more about Tami. Move on, David.
The roommates go bowling en masse at Bay Shore Lanes, a.k.a. Pico Bowl, which is five minutes away from my house, and where I was just last Thursday. I note that this was filmed right before the big Pico Bowl Remodel, which brought us Disco Bowl on the weekends. I love me some Pico Bowl. Anyhoo, Irene got the roommates together for some Friday night bowling action, says Dom. And then the bowling begins. Balls, pins, the usual. Dom rolls a gutter ball. Aaron almost slips and falls on his ass in his slippery bowling shoes. Hee.
In an interview, Aaron, in his floppy frat boy haircut and 1993 Surfer Flannel Hooded Sweatshirt (I had one. Didn't you?), explains that there was some snafu in getting all the roommates to the bowling alley. Dom says that when they were taking off, they told David they were leaving. David asked for a couple of minutes. Dom said sure, but to hurry up. David, in an interview, says that he told them to go ahead without him, but that he was just joking. Ha, funny joke. Not. That's a stupid joke, you dumb-ass. It's not even amusing. I would have thought you were serious, and left your ass, which is, apparently, what Dom and crew did.
David wigs. He arrives at the bowling alley, with Tami and poor befuddled B#2, and, as he eloquently explains, "saw all the guys, smiling and bowling their asses off, it just snapped in my head." And that's when David starts screaming. And yelling. And making a scene. He blames "the fucking cliques" in the house, for, um, I don't know what. In an interview, Dom looks balefully at the camera and says "I'm not a violent person, but God, I wanted to hit him." Word, Dom. More yelling. More arguments. God, what a retarded fight. Irene shrieks that everyone needs to shut up. Jon sits in the little chair in front of the scoring computer thing and laughs nervously. Next to him, Aaron looks at his shoes. "I love it when we go out," he says sarcastically. "It's so fun." I hate to say it, but I suspect that Aaron and I might have gotten along a little bit. Until he started wearing that Young Republicans t-shirt. While David moans, Irene picks up her little bowling shoes and her little bowling bag and her little bowling ball -- which, mind you, she owns -- and screams at David to leave the bowling alley. She stomps out, calling David a "piece of shit." "Midget!" he calls after her. Oh, burn. Not. If I were Irene, at that point, I would have turned around and calmly reminded David that I own several loaded guns.