TENNIS BALL ON LEGS! I gotta TENNIS BALL ON LEGS! Do you see the TENNIS BALL ON LEGS? Do you?! DO YOU?! Damn, you SO wish you were me, dontchya? Well you’re not, OK? Suck it up, dudes.

So, yeah, I got me a tennis ball on legs. Actually, it was my Norma and John what got me it, and they got me it because it was my “burfday” last week. I was, like, the “Burfday Boy” and stuff.

Things I Got For My Burfday:

• One TENNIS BALL ON LEGS - My Norma and John
• One rawhide SHOE that I’m pretty sure came right outta my Christmas stocking, that I hadn’t eaten yet - Amber
• One rawhide LOLLIPOP, that I’m ALSO sure came from “Santa” - Amber
• Nothing - Terry

Yeah, so I guess SOMEONE should be feelin’ pretty ashamed of himself right now. huh? And it’s not the Tennis Ball on Legs, put it that way.

Anwyays, that was my Burfday, and although I’m lookin quite serious in that photo up there (ALSO: did ya notice that I’ve started growin’ me another set of HORNS again? Well I have. A mad Rubinman I am, I am.) I wasn’t. No, me n’ the Tennis Ball on Legs were totally partyin’ like it was 1999 and stuff, and then, what I did was, I got carried away and I totally ripped out that dumb tennis ball’s head:

Now I don’t got the Tennis Ball on Legs no more, but it’s like, I got the memories, you know?

Buh-bye, TBOL. It was good ripping your brains out knowin ya.

Rubin

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