Here’s Boris Becker….Tennis Pros….new set of tennis balls he knocks up….I don’t know if they are milk filled, german, or if they are even hot enough to jerk off to…but I do know that I’ve jerked off to pictures of pretty vile looking bitches I’ve had sex with, especially during the holiday times, when I get all notalgic and am forced to pretend I actually like my obese pig wife….cuz unlike Boris Becker….I didn’t have any other option…and skinny busty ex models, or whatever the fuck this bitch did before tapping into his fortune…..wasn’t really an options…that’s the difference between me and you becker….now everyone stare at his wallet fucking wife’s tits.

I don’t know if looking at some sports groupie mom with fake tits is as exciting as knowing her baby with tennis player Boris Becker is named Amadeus Benedict Edley Luis Becker….That’s the kind of shit that’s gonna make this kid either turn to street drugs by 12, when his allowance is bigger than your yearly salary, which lets face it isn’t too fucking challenging, I think the kid down the street with the paper route makes more than you, or maybe it will just turn him as straight as the line at the AIDS clinic……been wanting to drop that one all day…

Either way, bikini, mom, implants, baby weight, party….we’re like Jersey Sore in this bitch….BMIBWP.