Vogue: Inside the Lair (of Tiger)
Vogue has a new mag for men, featuring none other than Tiger Woods. In the article, you'll discover why Elin was in "mild horror" after seeing what music Tiger was playing for his workout tunes on his iPod. Can you guess whom Tiger was jamming to?
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Manilow? Biggie Smalls? Fiddy?
It Was A Very Good Year - Frank Sinatra
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet - Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Georgia On My Mind – Ray Charles
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2, 1987
Power And The Passion - Midnight Oil, 1983.
You're No Good - Linda Ronstadt, 1974.
Dedicated to Steven Ames & Monty
Born to Be Wild -- Steppenwolf
Get Off My Cloud - Rolling Stones, 1965.
Fortunate Son – Creedence Clearwater Revival
And, the songs that made Elin crazy: (she didn’t know he like country music)
Cheaper To Keep Her - Johnnie Taylor
At the Gas Station of Love, I Go For The Self Service Pump
She Got The Ring And I Got The Finger
Is It Cold in Here, or Is it Just You?
I saw this article and I just don't understand why Tiger is so rich. He cheated his way onto the tour by getting exemptions and I don't know why he didn't have to go to Q school like I did. He should be kicked off of the PGA tour and have to go to Q school or qualify fair and square on the Nationwide Tour.
I Want To Look Like Arnold
I spend my days off watching TV with a burger in Jupiter
(ooh-ahh, you're fat Elin says)
This seems to have caused my upper belly to appear
(ooh-ahh, you'll miss the alley)
Then one day, my woman (you know her...) went and left me
(she did not want to sleep with a slicer)
She said she found someone more USPGY
(a body that could sway)
So I went and I looked into the practice mirror
(you look like a Daly or worse a Phil chéri...)
And I dreamed of being king no burger
(dreaming is the best you can do)
I though to myself, what would I ask for
(if someone gave you a wish)
I think I'd like to look like my hero
(he's one a king of the draw easy)
I want to look like Arnold but... Palmer !
I don't want to be fat and shanky, oh no, oh no
I want to look like Arnold Palmer !
I want manly powerful hands only
I put down the cheetos and I went on a crash diet
(carrots like tees were all you ate)
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(I'm sorry about that, so sorry...)
That is the strangest post I've ever read...and that's saying a lot with the Morgan Pressel brigade posting here. Dude, seek medical attention!
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