Newly divorced and alone, Susan was talked into joining the company bowling team.  Her very first strike came when she imagined the woman he’d left her for as the head pin.

Obviously, this is a quick-and-dirty print promo for some ‘happy hour’ event across the pond, so I’m not going to condescend a whole lot about the amateur quality.  I do, however, feel insulted that they expect us to believe that women of this caliber on the hotness scale hang out at bowling alleys which lack the budget required for either quality marketing staff or occasional painting of the pins.

Thanks Michael. The original can be found in a number of bowling alleys in Augsburg, Germany