No… not that kind… I mean tennis balls, because that is what is stuck in the bottom of those nylons… get your mind out of the gutter…
Yeah… I did it… I went there…
Many thanks to good old Uncle Bert, who took this picture and sent it to me. That is what it looks like when you play that game we played on Easter. I told you all about it on the Easter post down below with the cute pony pictures. You have to race against other people while you all try to roll eggs across the finish line by smacking them with the dangling tennis ball . You can’t use your hands. You have to do pelvic thrust like Elvis Presley on Viagra. It is funny to watch people doing it.
Am I the only person who thinks I could do a lot of really funny things with this picture in Photoshop? Maybe I should resist that temptation. I could get into some serious trouble.
I would also like to point out something funny about myself. You might think that I would be embarrassed to post that picture. And I am. But not because of how silly I look. The thing that bothers me is that I look fat. That is because I am pushing my stomach out to try to increase my schwing… uh… sorry… swing. I am very proud of the fact that I have lost 50 pounds and am now only one pants size away from my high school pants size. I guess my question is; Do these pantyhose make me look fat??? Ha! Oh man, I kill me.
Okay, one last point to make.
I totally won the preliminary rounds and the championship. I beat like fifteen other people at that game. That’s right. I am the undisputed champion of that game.
Does that say anything about me? I’m not saying it does… but I’m not saying it doesn’t either.
Pouring My Art Out 
You forgot “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” pelvic thrusts!
No I didn’t. I just didn’t add it to the post.
Tsk, Tsk!
I never forget that song… dance… thrust thing.
Good for you!
I am all about the pelv… oh, never mind.
Heeheehee!
Sorry… got carried away there…
No need to apologize — I believe in getting carried away at least once every day!
Does getting carried away by anyone in a uniform or white coat count???
Only as a backup to the other kind.
I am good either way.
😎
you had practice without the tennis ball?
sssshhhh
lol
I’m glad you trusted us enough to share that picture with us! It looks much funnier in the picture than what you described.
Next time use blue panty hose.
You are sick… wait… why?
I actually thought about this comment all last night and it makes no sense so…carry on.
As a random thought it is pretty funny. I thought you might be trying to tell me something.
oh my gosh that made me laugh so hard!
I don’t get it…
you don’t?
no
i’ll let you sit on them…i mean that for while…
say what now???
you heard me
wait, what were we talking about again? we have more than one conversation going…
this is about blue panyhose
Why would I want to sit on blue pantyhose?
ask that other commenter?
Hey… I have a new theme! Check it out while I try to forget all about this conversation…
lol okay
ha ha we used to play this…http://savedindrafts.wordpress.com/2013/02/03/vagkini-apple-bashing-you-know-you-want-to-know-what-that-is/
I wonder if the play this game at the Playboy mansion, except like, every day.
Almost the same game… but not quite.
Does the game have a name?
I don’t need to lose 50 lbs but I’m always slightly envious of people who have lost weight because it is an accomplishment and a mighty feat of deprivation. Go YOU!
I only did it because I had this weird racing heart thing when I went to bed too full. It wasn’t will power or strength of character. And I like to call the game ‘schwing’