fine whine

So Skippy had a free evening and a hankering for bowling, see, and we went over to the local pins and balls joint, see, and had us a swell game of the ol' tenpins and a pitcher of AmberBock, see, and then we decided to head over to another place and let off some steam with laser pistols, see, where at first we were surrounded by trash-talking kneebiters, see, but their bedtime came and we finished the night out with several games against the guys who run the little arena, see, and you know, those guys know how to shoot a guy.

This run-on sentence in cartoony-gangster-speak is brought to you by having nothing better to do. Weeding, after all, is so skull-numbingly boring that I won't dare mention it outside of this sentence.