“Like wow man, did you ever think about what a tennis ball really means, man? It’s like, this cosmic orb, you know? And we just hit it, you know what I mean? Like, why are we being so aggressive towards a hollow yellow ball, man? Is it because we’re all hollow inside? Whoah…this is like blowing my mind here.
I mean, we need to get back to nature, man. That’s why we’re were practicing out here in the field today, you know? Because it’s natural. Because we need to be one with our court. We need to be one with the cosmos and one with the tennis ball. Oh man, this is like the grooviest job I’ve ever had, man…”
Is it just my own hallucination, or is that woman wearing WAY too much blush?
Hey, tennis, hippies… it really IS the summer of Love.
What in the hell is wrong with her legs???? Is she wearing 23 pairs of “Suntan” pantyhose all at once??
Jenny knew it had been a bad idea to knit a white dress. She had carefully lined the nipple area but forgot about the lower bits. In fact, when she put on her undies that morning, they shredded. So she gave up entirely and wore them as a headband instead. “If I wear brown tights, no one will ever know,” she thought. “Now if I can just find the damn ball the dog ran off with, I can get a game going…”
Uhm, I hate to be the one to break this, but this “pro” seems to be from the Renee Richards school, y’know “Tennis Without Balls” and all that? Like, I think she played in the Olympics for the East Germans, if you know what I mean. Y’know, like she didn’t grow up wearing little white lacy dresses.
Okay, I’ll say it. Jenny used to be Jimmy!
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to hide in the locker room now.
“Okay, I’ll say it. Jenny used to be Jimmy!”
That being said, I have to think the hose are actually leg hairs crocheted together in anther attack of bad crafts.
Hey, man, like I’m too groovy lookin’ in my knit tennis whites to be playing the man’s game…tennis. Can’t find the hollow yellow ball, don’t want to find it…set it free, free. I’m just going to pick more crazy daisies to plant in my hair. Grazin’ in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it?
“Grazin’ in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it?”
Susan, you’ve got my vote for best post!
Is…is she wearing cowboy boots??
Jenny/Jimmy is at least not a hypocrite, having recycled “her” grandma’s tablecloth into her new dress.
Nothing accentuates the hips quite like a big, freakin’ horizontal row of Giant Diamonds.
And what? Ya’ll don’t play tennis in cowboy boots?
That’s not too much blush. That and the glasses were the save the photographer came up with when Jenny showed up at the shoot after having another knock down drag out fight with her boyfriend again.
It’s okay. Her boyfriend looks worse than she does.
But next time, she’s not using a tennis racket to hide the body.
Blush? I thought it was a really big birthmark, which pretty much explains why hair covers half of his/her face.
Between the hair and the sunglasses, I think this may actually be JT Leroy.
i dig it!
honestly i dont think this groovy little frock is that bad. doesnt really flatter her wrack but it could be much worse
also, it looks like Starshine’s got a third degree on her cheek.