At least the French realize that. Why don't we as well?
Posted on 12/01/2009 1:08:26 PM PST by pissant
Tiger Woods was braced for new trouble tonight amid reports that at least two women are set to go public with claims that they had affairs with the world’s highest-earning sportsman.
RadarOnline.com a celebrity news website, reported that several women had come forward claiming to have had sex with the billion-dollar golfer, including one who purports to have “explosive” answerphone recordings.
Jaimee Grubbs, 24, a Las Vegas cocktail waitress, tells this week’s edition of Us Weekly magazine that she had a 31-month affair with Woods, starting in April 2007, and that she has more than 300 text messages — some of them described as “racy” — to prove it.
(Excerpt) Read more at timesonline.co.uk ...
or at least keep it with chicks who don’t need your money and have enough skeletons in their own closets...yeeesh. cocktail waitresses....dumb.
I, for one, am sick to death of hearing about Tiger Woods. While "leave Tiger alone" might fit, I sure wish the Tiger Woods melodrama leave ME alone!
Unless they have video of Tiger getting busy or DNA on the dress quality proof the accusers are skank-hos trying to score and even if what they say is true they are still skanks.
If Tammy Wynette’s D-I-V-O-R-C-E doesn’t bring tears to your eyes you’re one mean, cold-hearted POS and ought to have your lungs ripped from your chest.
You will get no argument from me about that.
My point is that a few years back women didnt advertise the fact that they were cheap. They had affairs and kept their mouths shut. Today’s women seem to think it gives them status to admit they are whores.
You are right Tiger is also as guilty as they.
At least the French realize that. Why don't we as well?
‘It’s hard to find a way to spend all your dollars before you die.’
Be kinda fun to try it, though, wouldn’t it?
Q: "Tally ho"
A: "How do you count all the women who claim to have slept with Tiger Woods?"
Not to mention keeping your wedding vows.
She was the nanny of another pro golfer I believe.
Just heard that the Florida State Police interviewed Tiger’s wife this afternoon. They wanted to know how many times she hit the Escalade with the golf club.
She said: “13......but put me down for six.”
“Why shouldn’t a wealthy (and handsome)man get as much as he can? It’s hard to find a way to spend all your dollars before you die.”
I am sure the divorce court will take care of that little problem.
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the ‘hood of the night,
What immortal hand or club
Could frame thy fearful nub?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine own lies?
On what wings dare she aline?
What hand dare seize the iron?
And what shoulder and what bar
Could twist the medal of thy car?
And when thy head began to dredge,
What dread hand held that wedge?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When thy mate threw down her spear,
And water’d heaven with her tear,
Did she smile her work to see?
Did He who made the gal make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the neighborhood of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry
What’s the difference between Tiger’s Escalade and golf ball?
A: Tiger can drive the golf ball 400 yards............
What does Tiger Woods have in common with a baby seals?
A: They both get clubbed by Norwegiens.
Elin apparently doesn’t use Nike irons like Tiger as the imprint left on the face of Tiger was as follows:
yawallaC
I did one too, the first day!
(With apologies to William Blake)
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
Did go cheating in the night,
What immortal hand of eye
Could slice thy handsome symmetry?
So what distant skanky thighs
Caught the corner of thine eyes?
In what hotel dare thee aspire?
Which golf glove dare seize the fire?
And what sneaking, lying art
Could twist a loyal Swedish heart?
And when that heart thee did break,
What dread anger did thee shake?
Why the 9-iron? Why this pain?
In what brothel was thy brain?
What the swing? What dread grasp
Dare thy Caddy rear door clasp?
When thee dashed down driveway lane,
And watered bloody in thy pain,
Wiped your eyes, the hydrant to see?
Did thee even see that tree?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
Did go cheating in the night
Twas her rejected hand or eye
Who sliced and hooked thy symmetry.
It’ll leave you alone if you don’t click on it.
He may have wanted to, though. Sometimes there are time constraints when one is so busy. ;)
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