#Mahut-Isner #Wimbledon

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Hour 6:
Spoiled for choice on TV tonight. One channel shows 22 men all chasing the same ball; another shows 2 men killing themselves over a fuzzy little green one.

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Hour 7:
It doesn’t matter who wins now, does it? Everyone is watching to see who dies first

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Hour 8:
Wimbledon today has been a fabulous display of the adage, ‘The show must go on!’
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on…

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Hour 9:
So they’ve been on it for 9 hours now… Wimbledon is grass, right? Not weed?

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Hour 10:
This is not a match. It’s a 2-man gang bang. The court is fucked. The umpire is fucked.
And spectators are wishing they were home fucking instead of being at this retarded game.

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The match continues tomorrow?!
Find the melancholic gummy bear who said ‘all good things come to an end’ and hang him by his scrotum.

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Enough tweeting on silly Wimbledon.
Too much time spent at the computer can give you tennis elbow.

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Pseud Freud’s Slip: If Duracell knew how this would have turned out, they’d have been EverReady to sponsor Wimbledon.

… To be continued. But of course.