Behind the tennis court should work very nicely. I feel that life is like a game of tennis. We spend so much of our time running back and forth across the court, trying to hit the ball, but where does it get us? Hmmm...that sounds like a good exercise for Kelly. I will just give her a bean sprout to use instead of a tennis racket, and let's just see how many balls she can hit with that. *rubs hands together in glee* I do so love to watch the housemates try to do my impossible and humiliating exercises. I get such a rush...Oh, I hope it is time for our meeting now, Jon-Boy Mr. Murray. Thinking up these exercises gets me very turned on stimulated to talk about the show.
*pulls out tennis racket--in place of the mesh is a mirror*
*gazes in mirror adoringly*
*practices several variations of permament sneer tight smile and tries to wiggle eyebrows*
*tries to practice sexy tennis swing with racket while still watching self in mirror*
*trips, falls, and winds up enmeshed in the tennis net*
*hears neighbor snickering from garden*
Nobody laughs at the great and lovable Rhonda. Jim, after you're done filming here, could you go snoop around over there? I do believe we could have much fun with a nice grill like that one over there. We could always use more vehicles in which to burn things. I am sure the ladies will love a taste of grilled bean sprouts.
*manages to free self from tennis net*
*another long adoring look glance in mirror as she arranges face in gruesome semblance of a carefree smile*
Okay, Jonny, I am ready whenever you are. Right now the score is love-love! *giggle*
Be fearless, but be fearful of ME.