Walking into my front hallway yesterday I noticed a case of tennis balls. We usually keep these in the garage.
Me: Gar, why is this in the front hallway?
Gary: You can’t play tennis with cold balls.
Why do I feel like I set myself up for that one?
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i could cry but i don't have time 
Well, you asked. Sounds like something a very close friend of mine would say…!
Bet he reached (protectively) for his groin when he saw that picture. ; )
You did walk right into that one. Funny stuff.
I guess that would be 15-Love, Gary.
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