Your Hero
Professional
I won't lie. I lied. My last thread wasn't my last thread. This is. Thank God!
Folks, stand up and be counted, commit a bare faced affrontery and support
your favorite tennis pro gone horribly wrong. Come join with me in,
THE ROSCOE TANNER APPRECIATION SOCIETY
Yup, there is only Roscoe. A late 70s geek with a haircut even worse than Connors.
He had a really big serve and was a really big jerk. After his playing days came to
an unceremonious end old Roscoe embarked upon a new career. Flim flam man.
Yup, Roscoe went over to the dark side and became a cheap, two-bit thief. Scam
after scam blew up in his stupid, immoral face and our hero left a trail of broken
hearts, busted families and lawsuits behind him. Never one to not run from a
responsibility he high-tailed it out of every crummy town this side of the Mississippi.
Eventually the law caught up with him and a shabby little cell became his new
home. Roscoe was not defeated however. You could take him off the streets but
you couldn't take the streets out of old Roscoe. He commenced to scamming his
cell block. Roscoe was low rent all the way. High maintenance and low rent. Proximity
to his toxicity was fuel to his fire. He'd kick a nun for a quarter.
I admire him immensely. He was committed to his craft.
Join the society and sing with me,
"I love Roscoe, you love Roscoe, we all love Roscoe, yes we do!"
No? Okay, screw it then.
Folks, stand up and be counted, commit a bare faced affrontery and support
your favorite tennis pro gone horribly wrong. Come join with me in,
THE ROSCOE TANNER APPRECIATION SOCIETY
Yup, there is only Roscoe. A late 70s geek with a haircut even worse than Connors.
He had a really big serve and was a really big jerk. After his playing days came to
an unceremonious end old Roscoe embarked upon a new career. Flim flam man.
Yup, Roscoe went over to the dark side and became a cheap, two-bit thief. Scam
after scam blew up in his stupid, immoral face and our hero left a trail of broken
hearts, busted families and lawsuits behind him. Never one to not run from a
responsibility he high-tailed it out of every crummy town this side of the Mississippi.
Eventually the law caught up with him and a shabby little cell became his new
home. Roscoe was not defeated however. You could take him off the streets but
you couldn't take the streets out of old Roscoe. He commenced to scamming his
cell block. Roscoe was low rent all the way. High maintenance and low rent. Proximity
to his toxicity was fuel to his fire. He'd kick a nun for a quarter.
I admire him immensely. He was committed to his craft.
Join the society and sing with me,
"I love Roscoe, you love Roscoe, we all love Roscoe, yes we do!"
No? Okay, screw it then.
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