Thursday, April 8, 2010

Tiger Woods And Me, Or: To Steal An Onion (who am I kidding, it's all stolen)

Where are all of these loose women trying to make my stray from the path of righteousness? I don't mean to complain, but without my morality being tested by the song of wicked lustful sirens (please please please), how will I'm capable of resisting temtation? I could end up like Tiger Woods, wealthy and famous and god knows what all.

Please don't let me end up like the Woodman, God. Please.

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