While out one morning in the park, a jogger found a brand new tennis ball, and
seeing none around that it might belong to, he slipped it into the pocket of his
shorts.
Later, on his way home, he stopped at the pedestrian crossing,
waiting for the lights to change. A blonde girl standing next to him eyed the
large bulge in his shorts. “What’s that?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with
lust.
“Tennis ball,” came the breathless reply.
“Oh,” said the blonde girl sympathetically, “that must be painful. I had
tennis elbow once.”