Why is this senseless tennis photo still at the top of the blog when what we really want to sound off about is Chrysler or Biden’s fear of mass transit or New Hampshire ending its official homophobia or pandemic vs. pseudo pandemic ect.
Police are looking for the person or persons that released thousands of fire ants at the Gay Tennis Classic. “It was way worse than the crabs I got from the bath house” said one athlete.
Goldman Sachs executives, shown here, are overcome with giddiness when they realize that they have successfully ripped off the US for billions and can then, thus, abandon their plans to become professional tennis players.
Expecting to hit a shuttlecock rather than a ball, bobbo and Mr. Fusion are deliriously overcome with the hilarity as Jägermeister anxiously prepares for his date with bobo by practicing the marital sport of catch.
Confused about what to do next bobbo and Mr. Fusion are overwhelmed by a desire to dance to Tiny Tim’s “Tip Toe Through The Tulips With Me” with their limp writs a flapping…meanwhile Jägermeister hones down the martial…uhh, Perez Hilton marital art of catch.
The latest promo photo for the hit American divorce comedy movie, “Honey, I Shrunk Your White Shorts” doesn’t really seem to capture the gravity of the situation. Doctors will later attempt to re-attach the lead actor’s missing ball. Mmm …
Who knew the pandemic gay gene used tennis balls as their mode of transmission?
Three words:
Fab hew lus.
Aaaaaaa
Aaaaaaa!!!
YOURS,
YOURS,….
AAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Tennis anyone? NO(said in that Ted Stevens shout)
Why is this senseless tennis photo still at the top of the blog when what we really want to sound off about is Chrysler or Biden’s fear of mass transit or New Hampshire ending its official homophobia or pandemic vs. pseudo pandemic ect.
[You asked for it - ed.]
EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!!!!
Swine Flu Attack!
Some stupid moron said said:
It`s not funny to caption people with disabilities…
Yes it is…
Seems like they’d be used the sight of balls flying at their faces.
Police are looking for the person or persons that released thousands of fire ants at the Gay Tennis Classic. “It was way worse than the crabs I got from the bath house” said one athlete.
Goldman Sachs executives, shown here, are overcome with giddiness when they realize that they have successfully ripped off the US for billions and can then, thus, abandon their plans to become professional tennis players.
I’m so happy it’s going out of bounds I could dance!
Expecting to hit a shuttlecock rather than a ball, bobbo and Mr. Fusion are deliriously overcome with the hilarity as Jägermeister anxiously prepares for his date with bobo by practicing the marital sport of catch.
#24 You asked for it – ed
thanks
“They hit the ball they hit the ball they hit the ball …”
“I’ll get it”
“No, I’ll get it”
“I will”
“Me”
1) And the Lord said unto the gathered, “Hit the fucking ball”
2) And Alphie and Cow-Patty were discombobulated by the booming, disconnected voice.
3) Then the Traci Lord had to find a new job when her gig as announcer was suddenly discontinued.
4) So the Lord produced a movie of the gathered to be viewed by those of that male persuasion as her expertise and resume guided her.
I Bullshit,
(MFV)
Confused about what to do next bobbo and Mr. Fusion are overwhelmed by a desire to dance to Tiny Tim’s “Tip Toe Through The Tulips With Me” with their limp writs a flapping…meanwhile Jägermeister hones down the martial…uhh, Perez Hilton marital art of catch.
Gay Moshing to Pink Rock
The latest promo photo for the hit American divorce comedy movie, “Honey, I Shrunk Your White Shorts” doesn’t really seem to capture the gravity of the situation. Doctors will later attempt to re-attach the lead actor’s missing ball. Mmm …
“I feel pretty, oh so pretty…”
Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch Tennis Champions at the “Five” count.