Picspam: Oh Lordy. You hired Annacone to babysit the kids. HOW COULD I HAVE NOT KNOWN?
I feel like a pervy paparazzo, but when you write a blog about “tennis” 80% of which is focused on one particular player and his fabulous set of twin mangoes, NOT being a complete and total perve was pretty much out of the question anyway.
Just a picspam, of les mangoes and their “Uncle Paul”, in their matching pink trackies. (OMG OMG OMG *clutches ovaries in pain*)
That’s all very well, but where’s DADA?
Lounging around waiting to jet out of Miami to Monte Carlo! That’s where! Tough life eh?
Just because you have complete power to detonate my ovaries at any given time does not mean I AM NOT MAD AT YOU. You shtinkin’ pile of mouldy GOAT cheese.