"Poor Yorick Tiger. I knew him, Horatio peiper, a fellow of infinite jest…”
Honestly, call off the Dogs of War Press. This is why I’ve never subscribed to Screw Up Your Life, er, People magazine.
Amazing how much Helen Thomas makes it into the news these days aint it.
I didn’t know Tiger had a morning after problem. All the divots he’s shagged look a whole lot better than this beast.
Ah, Drew, you don’t ‘shag’ divots. You shag golf balls.
I know. I used to earn spending money shagging golf balls at the local golf course when I was a lowly teenager.
For those who don’t know, a ‘shagger’ was a person, like me, who went out and collected so-called ‘lost’ golf balls. Either on the green, or (easiest) on the drive range.
It golf balls that are shagged? Oh. I didn’t know that. Really. I thought ....
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