Me: "... Well, I guess at least it was close."
Andy Roddick's tennis racket: ".... Yeah, it hurt when he threw me."
Me: "... Well, at least you get an early vacation."
ARTR: "Hopefully, he will happen to leave me at the Agassi house."
Me: " Good luck with that."
ARTR: "... You don't happen to have a grommet grinder, do you? I am in need of repairs."
Me: "... No, but I bet you could hit a pear a long way."
ARTR: "... Yeah, I could hit a pear quite a long way, if you could find a grommet grinder."
Me: "... Well. I will try."
ARTR: "If you can find some ho's while you are out. I prefer red heads. I am very much an ass man."
Me: "... You mean ass racket?"
ARTR: "Are you going to find some skirts? Or do I have spend one more night with that annoying twit Mandy Moore's memories and smelly garters?"
So what did Pear do now? Did you leave him in Farmington? Did he call you long distance to whine?
And really, Jesse, ARTR? C'mon that's just a racket...
;)
No long distance. I had to put a long distance code on my phone after what that crazy bastard did in June.
Posted by: jess@ LOSLI at September 1, 2005 08:33 PMYou could always have dessert: Pear Flambeau
Posted by: JulieB at September 2, 2005 12:25 PM