Thursday, March 29, 2012

why you might ask...

After Rafa's performance last night, I just can't with that kid anymore. He takes all of my patience and just crumples it up and throws it away.  I can't even write about the match between him and my homeboy Tsonga. Thank god for the brief shots of Uncle Tony that included my man Carlos was the highlight of my night (well after finding out that my gym crush was in the bar last night! And he drinks beer! He's definitely straight, right?).

JESUS I love a man with a sweater over his shoulders. Hell, who am I kidding. Carlos could walk out in a trash bag and I would sweat him like it was my job.

Bunny Costa

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