It just keeps getting worse. Look at what the old/new/REAL tennis ball looks like now. Bear in mind this is only 24 hours since the last post . . . this ball is DOOMED!
Again, could I BE more pathetic and sad in the background? This biotch is ruining my street cred. The only good thing is that Mom is taking major sympathy in me and I've had, like, so much popcorn I couldn't chase a ball if I wanted to. Whatever.
Sighs all around,