Tennis, you sir are indeed a bastard.
Oh, how I miss not being able to fall asleep until 3 or 4 in the morning.
I despise you for making me get a full 8 hours of sleep.
Screw you tennis! You are an obstruction to my current weight-gain techniques.
The only thing you're truly good for is the agony that you constantly inject into my knee.
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