Our Balls

[TantaLiza]

BenWa Balls

Keeps everything nice and tight down there where it counts!! Helps the bladder, too!! LOL

 

[Wiggles]

I'm so lame, all I have is balls filled with cat nip.

But BF lets me play with his sometimes, just so I don't feel left out.

 

[Laurel]

My now-gone dog, Jake, was obsessed with balls, bless his Golden Retriever heart.

He could fit three tennis balls in his mouth. I couldn't even keep them in the house because he obsessed about them so much.

I would take him to the park with a tennis racket and balls and he would run and chase them all day.

*sigh* Love and miss you Jake.

What a cool pup. It's always sad to lose a friend, especially one who can fit 3 balls in his/her mouth.

 

[Kitte]

Kitte, that's far from a tragedy. Now you have the perfect toy for smackin' that ass! When Life gives ya lemons, squeeze some lemonade out of 'em!

--Freya

*digging through junk drawer* Now WHERE did I put that thing.... see I shoulda thought of that but didnt and now dammit if I cant find the thing!

 

[Guest]

balls

Hmmm, I can't think of a single important ball, except the first time I hit a softball in a softball game.

A friend gave me two marbles, and told me to keep them in my pocket and rub then together for luck, but that's about the closest thing I have.

I did have a dog that would fetch anything, whether it was a ball (mostly tennis balls), stick, or frisbee, etc... Frisbee was her fav though. She was a purebred German Shepard, a small one, runt of the litter, and she used to bring the frisbee and lay it on my lap if she wanted to play. She wouldn't take it if I tried to hand it to her, and if I ignored her, she'd nudge it trying to get me to throw it. She was a wonderful dog.....I really miss her. Her birthday would be coming up soon, if she were still alive. Her name was Gemini June, and I called her Gem. She was great. I could even throw two items at the same time (as long as one WASN'T a frisbee) and tell her which one to go get first. She'd do it correctly every time. And when I told her to go pick up her toys, she'd put all her toys into her toybox. *sigh* I miss her.

Moon

 

[phrodeau]

Butterballs, melon balls, cheese balls, matzoh balls, and malted milk balls.

I came across a cartoon on the www.cards-n-toons.com site, but I don't know how to link to it. Here's the text:

Recent studies have found an interesting relationship between a man's social status and the sport he watches.

The sport of choice for the urban poor is basketball.

The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is bowling.

The sport of choice for front-line workers is football.

The sport of choice for supervisors is baseball.

The sport of choice for middle management is tennis.

The sport of choice for corporate officers is golf.

Conclusion: The higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.

Send this to the person above you.

 

[sch00lteacher]

I had this litte rubber football. Fit just perfect in your hand. Red with white stripes. I always had it with me, so we could always start a pick up game. I loved playing football.

Snow, mud, rain, cold, all just added to the excitement.

Moving so much with the military I have lost track of it (and so many other things). I kind of wish I still had it. I would keep it in my other special items. A memory of my early teen years.

Now I am sad. But happy to recall the memories! Thanks Laurel.

 

[naudiz]

I'm still thinking about that damned nerf football. I'm not kidding. It was eaten by a pig. I grew up on a farm, and we had a pig. One day my brother tossed me the ball and told me to go long. I tried, but it flew right over my head and into the pig pen. I was going to climb over the fence and get it, but before I could, the pig was on it. I watched helplessly as my nerf ball was torn into tiny bits and devoured.

I'm sure this is a metaphor for something. The nerf football in all of us, and the pig represents, uh, something. I'm not really going anywhere with this.