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Poor bastard. You know that little Billy told his middle school crush to tune into the Barcelona Open to watch him expertly fetch balls for the world’s tennis elite. You know he was going to leverage his newfound celebrity to ask Christina to the year-end school dance. You know he was going to wear that exact same outfit to the dance and try to impress her with his ball fetching technique. You know that he’s been replaying the fantasy of kissing her during ‘Stairway to Heaven.’ I bet little Billy never imagined in his wildest dreams that the only thing he’d be making out with in the foreseeable future was the backstop padding at a tennis match. I have to give credit where credit’s due, though. The recovery was A+. It’s not what happens that matters, it’s what you make happen after whatever happens happen.
When you flip the teacher off behind his back but he knows you a little brat fuck…
When your roommate’s banging in the other room and you tryna hear him smash but it’s your first day with your brand new legs…
P.S. I have no idea if his name’s little Billy. With that said, his name is definitely little Billy.
It’s cool little Billy, you ain’t the first and you certainly won’t be the last.