Pig: What are you watching goat?
Pig: What's Wimbledon?
Goat: This tennis match where the players play on grass.
Pig: Drug legalization is out of control.
“Wow! Did you ever notice how big the balls are?”
Good thing they’re not playing on acid — their shoes would melt.
And they talk funny, too.
Someone once asked ace relief pitcher Tug McGraw whether he preferred grass or artificial turf. He replied “I don’t know. I’ve never smoked artificial turf.”
So the grass is not grass and some kind of drug? Or someone was caught in steroids?
If they were playing on that type of grass, they wouldn’t be wearing whites. More like tied dyes.
Still, there’s a lotta love in a tennis match, that will help a lot.
I stopped watching Wimbeldon when the idiots moved ALL of the TV coverage to pay TV (at least in Europe).
I never watch; it’s too much of a racquet.
I’m sure the Comic Censor must be polishing his top hat . . .
Next thing you know we will be parking in a driveway …….and driving on a parkway………..Mr Pastis this one is a wall hanger !
I’m surprised Pig knows what that means
I’d hate to hear what Rat would say if there was a fourth panel.
i played tennisi played on grassthe tennis balls were greenthe shirts and shorts were white-our coach would yell and screambefore each point was playedthe umpire didn’t care too muchfor the moans and groans we made-we had so many giggleswith love and set and matchthat we threw our rackets in the airand jumped the little nets-many years have passedand arthritis has me downi often wonder if i couldplay on grass again
I knew it was all that Goat’s fault. It’s those innocent-looking studious types who always end up being the pushers!
Winning in tennis is half racket and half balls.
I had a similar thing today. I was taking an excersise class, and the coach told us during knee bends “you guys want to get high.” He was talking about our legs, but that didn’t stop us from cracking jokes.
It’s not a match. It’s a tournament.
Sorry, but I don’t get the Ball Size Reference . . . Probably shouldn’t ask . . .