THE MINI COOPER (Juan Carlos Ferrero, ESP) 
HAS JUST RUN OVER
THE SEX PISTOLS (Janko Tipsarevic, SRB)
A truly terrible turn of events for the group. Reached for comment by some intrepid chick reporter in the locker room, The Sex Pistols went off on an uncharacteristically non-tennis-related rant, saying, “Anarchy for the UK. It’s coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line. Your future dream is a shopping scheme cause I wanna be anarchy. It’s in the city.”
They were also heard mumbling to the hapless chick reporter, “No future no future No future for you No future ….” which seemed to truly upset the poor girl. This unfamiliar Wimbledon locker room vibe was only aggravated moments later when The Sex Pistols vomited copious amounts of Gatorade and crumpets all over the young lady’s shoes.
Seconds later, the audio was mysteriously cut — too late, sadly, to miss the puke sounds being broadcast worldwide — and the chick reporter shakily asked, all bug-eyed and barfy, to go “back to the boo-bo-b-b-boof –“ Booth, we imagine. Which they did, before she ever got that word out.
So now …..
THE MINI COOPER (Juan Carlos Ferrero, ESP)
IS SLATED TO GO UP AGAINST
THE JUDICIAL SYSTEM (Roger Federer, SUI)
who/which strolled leisurely into the final 8 after ol’ Winston Churchill claimed he had a torn stomach muscle, but obviously really has a prescription drug addiction problem. So for the last couple days The Judicial System has just been sittin’ around on its lazy judicious bum, eating straawwb’ries, I guess. Typical.
See you on the courts, peeps. 😉
Yesh, the Mini Cooper wins again!
this is so awesome, i can hardly stand it. though i HATED myself, secretly 1/3 rooting for Simon Cowell against the Beatles today. But 2/3 of me was rooting for Andy Roddick before the rain delay.
Frank thinks this is hilarious.
Hahaha, Anita!!
sarahk — you mean sweetie mcmonkeyface? Cool!
This whole game is getting funnier by the moment.
GO SCALES OF JUSTICE, GO!
/GO SCALES OF JUSTICE, GO!/
I am dying.
Tracey, you’re a riot!
Sigh! I wanted the Sex Pistols to go up against the Book of Common Prayer. I guess it was not meant to be.
I know! Sorry, red fish! Your guys fizzled — and how rude of them!
Shiftless punk rockers.