My friend Andre called me a couple of weeks ago. He was playing in this celebrity tennis tournament and said that since I would kill him and the Pete dude, I should be a celebrity ball boy. I agreed. It was really hot in the stadium and I couldn't stop drinking water. I stopped collecting the balls about 45 minutes into the match because I was a little water logged. After an hour I nearly burst from a overabundance of urine. Andre got mad because I didn't collect the balls and because I looked dumb in the picture they had of me in People magazine. I couldn't help it, I had to go.
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