Friday, July 16, 2010
DON'T CALL IT A "COMEBACK"
I keep reading stories about Tiger's come back. Come back!? Dude , Tiger’s “come back?” what!? Come back to what? First off, there's no way he's getting all that come back (buh-bump-ttchhh) What we are witnessing here is a fucken dying man. Imagine getting paid trillions of dollars to play a leisure sport with unnecessary intensity, and instead of everyone calling you a dickhead like what happens to me at family outings, they call you the fucking best athlete in the world. Like if I get too pumped-up in a game of bocce ball my family won't play with me and tells me "take a time-out to cool my jets." WELL THESE JETS ARE ALWAYS BURNING, BABY!!! But Tiger Woods Y'all plays golf like he's going to war and they shovel money into his mouth with a golden shovel. He had a beautiful, loving wife with two kids which gave him this perfectly-pure image. and all along while he's wearing his halo he was sneaking out the back-door banging everybody. Every. Body. Didn't matter if you were clean, dirty, pornstar, cocktail waitress...the only pre-req was "white." But he just stuck his dick in every hole. He gave a completely different meaning to the phrase "playing 18 holes without the wife knowing." Not like he was trying to hide it though, there were pictures of him necking with waitresses in full bars.
So I axe ya this...how can he possibly want to live any longer? What does he have to 'comeback' to? How can you go from that life to any other life. It's impossible. He went from an international playboy of 007-status to the international hallmark of shame. I wouldn't be surprised if he called a press conference and then blew his brains out at the podium.
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