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tennis? A load of lezzers if you ask me. Take it from me, most of 'em grip a
dildo as often as they grip the handle of a tennis racket. I wouldn't let my
daughter within a hundred miles of any of 'em. I mean have you seen the
shoulders on some of 'em? My boy Clint hasn't got shoulders that wide and he's
a hod carrier. Arnold Schwartzenegger hasn't got shoulders that wide, built
like brick shithouses they are. Half male most of 'em if you ask me, more than
half some of 'em, them balls they bang over the net aren't the only balls some
of 'em have, they have a couple of balls banging about under their skirts as
well if I know anything. And what about them two they call the Williams Girls.
Girls? They aren't girls, I know what girls are, I used to go to school with
them, if you put your hand up their skirt you'd feel soft flesh, if you put
your hand up one of the Williams girls' skirts all you'd feel is muscle, Christ
it must be like stroking a concrete post. If you was to put a skirt on Frank
Bruno he'd be a dead ringer for 'em. Course it all started with that Billy Jean
whoseit and that Martina whatnot didn't it, a right pair them two, as butch as
a social worker's armpit. I mean they used to team up together in the womens
doubles didn't they, they should have put the hairy titted buggers in the mixed
doubles if you ask
me, or the mixed-up doubles more like, dirty pair of tarts.
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