About a week ago I woke up on an island. A mental island. Alone. Surrounding this, cerebral oasis, was a sea of jerks. Jerks who, for for some reason, while aware that all athletes cheat on their wives, were in a state of shock when they found out the #1 athlete in the world indulged in alittle (alot) of infidelity of his own.
Is it because he kinda looks like the kid who's binder you use to steal in middle school and draw penis' all over? Or the buddy you sat alittle extra close to when it came time to take a calc exam?
If so, you may want to consider his current $300,000 a day job, and roughly 20 years of golf-nerd celebacy leading up to it.
Ofcourse the rebuttal is, but his wife is soooo gorgeous, who would do that? Great. Good for her. I know people who have cheated on their girlfriends with telephone poles.
that is all
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