… until the flagrant foul call and the ejection, right?
Here comes a charge.
Weezie is moving, block for the and one.
P1- A. Menace? Alexa Menace? Her father Denis must be very proud.
P1 & P3 They play with big halls, so to speak! P2 Dems is big hands for a little person but I like the way the right hand is gripped.
P1, Game day and Mimi is nowhere to be found so Phoebe takes over as coach.
P2, Baseball season must be close, young Master Bader is warming up.
P3, Alexa dribbles the beachball to the hoop while elbowing number 12 from Jefferson out of the way. Alexa fouls out 5 minutes into the game and Milford loses. No playdowns for hyou!
Is that a variation of the Vulcan Dribble, taught by John Wooden? And Lew Alcindor, shuffling on a Mop-level shine, is going to swat that shot through that brick wall.
Uh, huhh, huhh..huhhh..she said pound
It was nice knowin’ ya’, Jeffs #12.
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If it’s an opening, there wouldn’t be anything to pound
In all reality , Tonight, when they go high you go low. You know what I mean all knees and elbows show them no mercy, this is your one shining moment .
Alexa takes a page out of the Daryl Dawkins playbook and nicknames herself ‘chocolate thunder’
P1 – Milford should have left the medicine ball at home.
P2 – Violence never solved anything, Phoebe.
P3 – One massive charging call, coming up!
And speaking of coming up, if you go here (https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/) the two newest editions of Mopped Up Thorp will appear.
Phoebe is becoming more tiresome each day…
I think Bitsy and Wally’s kid, who showed up this week, should get more panel time. Smack her hind parts and put her on the team Mimi!
Sir Francis Drakes’ ship was the Golden Hind.