Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Tennis Chronicles

So Monday night was another Tennis lesson. This time Adam and I were separated almost 5 minutes into class because we were talking during lessons, and having way too much exclusive fun and I think Instructor Russ--who may or may not be attractive, (and may or may not be married) knows we are just superior players to the other three dudes in the class--hence separation.

Additionally, I learned that tennis has a LOT of innuendo. It's funny at first but then you don't want to hear Instructor Russ talking about his "assload of balls" or how the "coach balls are the best because they are harder" or "whacking balls with a stick." I MEAN REALLY.

And we were once again reminded that Beverly Hills Tennis only cares about Jews because Martin Luther King Day is not a holiday in their opinion. Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me.

Balls.

2 comments:

KO said...

That's more of a ballsack.

Samartdog said...

Annie, you are just too damn funny. Wish you were here (see blog) for the ribaldry of it all!