August 31, 2005

Conversation with Andy Roddick's tennis racket.

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?"

Posted by Jess at August 31, 2005 10:56 PM | TrackBack

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...

Posted by: JulieB at September 1, 2005 03:00 PM

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 PM

You could always have dessert: Pear Flambeau

Posted by: JulieB at September 2, 2005 12:25 PM
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