...or insert your own golf-as-a-sexual-euphemism headline here. There are unsubstantiated reports out this morning that the lacerations Tiger Woods suffered early Friday morning were not as a result of a car accident, but rather a scorned Swedish supermodel.
Apparently, Tiger prefers the company of leggy brunettes.
Remember to follow through on that backswing, Elin.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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You know, there are all kinds of possible innocent explanations for this (The Kitten seems particularly beholden to this view). But it sure smells fishy.
Of course there are.
I love the caption on one of the pictures at the linked article that says the rear window was broken out of the his SUV from where his wife tried to rescue him after the accident. Yeah. Rescue. Wonder which club she chose.
Awaiting the "Errant drives" jokes. Maybe Tiger and Elin can share a beer with BHO and talk about their differences?
Is it possible that to compensate for his occasional slice, Tiger sought the counsel of a hooker?
If I had to guess I'd say Tiger was getting a little trim on the side. A bud of mine said why would he do that, his wife is hotter than hot? And then he answered his own question, because men are dogs and we'd trade the familiar hot chick for the unfamiliar bar maid any day of the week. That is if we didn't love and cherish our wives (as I do mine) and respect the sanctity of marriage (as I do mine).
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