Is that a Lesbian League?

This past weekend, like most weekends in the summer, I was chilling with my villains at the pool. Since I worked for a few hours Saturday, most of the Buford Shore was there. I call them this because they are all huge, muscle rippling hotties who drink beer and laugh at my friends and I. What's not to love? I arrive at the pool and it's hotter than freaking Zambibia so most everyone is in the pool. My one friend is talking to the resident 'lesbian' we met also through the pool. I call her a lesbian for two reasons: 1) she is one, and 2) I can't remember her name. She has a partner who is butchier than most men I know, and can get a tad obnoxious sometimes. But again, Buford Shore was with us, so bring it ladies. The one half of the lesbian couple was there, and unbeknownst to all of us, she was a little drunky. She had a 4 pack of red wine and was on her last one. Not judging, I do beer, that's all I am pointing out. My dad drinks red wine, I know what it does to a person. Anyway, she is yapping like she is the social director and is talking faster than a speeding bullet. I am focused on getting my hot butt into the pool, and by hot I mean burning up, not being conceited. I hear her asking my friend to join her bowling league. Shelly, said friend, is hemming and hawwing and I am tryng to figure why. She was on a league before so I don't get her reticence. After about, um, 5 minutes of the lesbian begging her to be on her team, I ask "is this a lesbian league?" I'm the good friend trying to figure out why Shelly isn't wanting to bowl with her. Apparently, that was not the case, but it was a good laugh just the same.