Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts

Saturday, October 20, 2007

RIP Tennis Ball

Sharp Daddy decided that after playing with a tennis ball, I could be left in the backyard with it while he went to answer a phone call. Did I mention sharp Daddy was sharp as a spoon? Please witness my intensely enjoyed experiment of "What's at the center of a "tuff-balls" Tennis ball. NUTHING! It's empty!! who knew?
RIP Tennis Ball