Friday, December 4, 2009

Dear Tiger

Heh, heh, heh.......Tiger, Tiger, Tiger. You silly boy. Did ya REALLY think that these girls were not going to out you? Seriously? Nightclub hostesses. Not the world's smartest move. The reason they are working as nightclub hostesses is that they don't have any damn money. They are hoping to meet a nice young  man like yourself. A nice young man that happens to be loaded. They're not just interested in your winning grin and twinkly eyes. They see dollar signs, my dear.  It's a story as old as the ages. You should have taken a lesson from Greg Norman, who fired up an affair with Chris Everett. They were both married at the time, but no matter.  This stuff happens. Chris Everett was not after Greg's money. Nope. She was all about The Shark, baby. Surely, Tiger, you come across some good lookin' independently wealthy women. You're a professional golfer for Christ's sake. Country Clubs. People raised understanding discretion. Like me! I'm nothing if not discreet! Oh wait a second, no I'm not....... and I'm a little busy at present what with the being married and all. Didn't stop that Chrissy Everett though! Oh, and Tiger, THREE women at the same time? Not including your wife? You took that "Just Do It" thing pretty seriously.  Just do it, and do it, and do it and that over there........I'm getting tired just thinking about it. Bad, bad Tiger.

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