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Tennis Players Can Be Cheeky



Boy, fashion has sure changed on the tennis courts over the years.  At the French Open on the weekend, spectators took a special interest in a match involving Venus Williams and not simply because of the second seed's mastery of the game.  They had their eyes glued to her, um, wardrobe.


Turning tennis into Les Folies Bergere

Not your Venus In Blue Jeans!

But you have to admire Ms Williams.  If she loses a point she just turns the other cheek.

Comments

Canadian Blend said…
The players could all be nude and it would still be too boring to watch.

(My captcha is "fooket.")
Moooooog35 said…
Will Anna Kournikova PLEASE COME OUT OF RETIREMENT NOW?!?!?!

PLEASE?!?!?
00dozo said…
I'm guessing she doesn't get em-bare-assed easily.
Donnie said…
Hell moooooog, I'll settle for Billy Jean King at this point. Even Bobby Riggs! Well, okay maybe not him.
Gag! That's disgusting. Luckily I don't watch tennis or I might like it.
Anonymous said…
But (pun intended) behind (pun intended) all this is a great player.

heh heh heh
nonamedufus said…
Cdn Blend: You're thinking of golf.
nonamedufus said…
Moooooog: Anna Kournikova retired? She was a "groaner" - another disturbing trend in tennis.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Yeah but she's got a really good back side, er, ah, back hand.
nonamedufus said…
Don: I don't know that I wanna see Billie Jean King in that outfit. She's got a little behind...the times.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: I ass-ume you're talking about Venus. I'm behind you on that. (heh, heh) Your comment crack-ed me up!
Malisa said…
That ain't nuthin'...you ought to see my outfit for playing tennis on Wii! No, on second thought, maybe you shouldn't! I do want you to continue to stay well! :)

Malisa
nonamedufus said…
Malisa: Yeah, I'd hate to see you make an ass of yourself! ;)
Moooooog35 said…
Will Anna Kournikova PLEASE COME OUT OF RETIREMENT NOW?!?!?!

PLEASE?!?!?

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