Ronald invited me to play tennis and have lunch with him a few afternoons ago. I won't lie, I'm not a great tennis player. I know, as a mayor, I should be great at tennis, golf, what have you, but I'm just not always so good at being a Richy McKhakipants, you know?
Of course, Ronald is excellent at the game, and he was roundly destroying me. I was losing like 80 million love, and I'd had just about enough. For some reason I just could not get my racket to hit the ball the way I wanted to, and it needed to pay. I put it on the ground, allowed it to smoke a last cigarette, and then blindfolded it with a do-rag I had in my backpocket. I shot it with my .45. Ronald rolled his eyes.
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