It was another battle with Josh. I really really did not want to lose my battle against Josh. I was worried if I lost he would post on his Facebook wall that he defeated the “Young Buck” or something along those lines.
I AM NOT THE YOUNG BUCK!
But as the match progressed I was having a hard time staying focused.
I was lost in my thoughts. “Did Ronald Reagan lose his mind?” “Did The Press crucify Bill Clinton too much?” “Is the Military-Industrial Complex a real thing?” “Will I ever find true love?”
I am missing balls in the net. ZING! ZANG! WHOMP! “Ace!” Josh yells out in his annoying voice.
I gotta keep it together.
I see a chipmunk find a nut next to the court. I am completely lost in contemplation. I wonder if that chipmunk has a family. Do they love each other the same as us humans?
“Ace!” Josh yells out.
Damn. I am getting spanked.
A beautiful lady walks by. I lose it. There are just too many distractions. “Is that a single lady?” “Will she by my wife?”
Why do women always wear their sexy clothes to work out in?
“ACE!” Josh’s serve flies past my racquet.
Man, this is just like that movie, Wimbledon, everything is happening kind of cheesy and I don’t even get to sleep with Kirsten Dunst! Damn. I really do not want Josh to post on Facebook about defeating me.
(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)