I'm back from my blogging hiatus, and who else would I kick off the return party with than my good 'ol buddy Tiger Woods.
What a dumb apology this was. I read somewhere on Facebook that people thought the press conference had a Saturday Night Live skit feel to it, and I couldn't agree more.
After his heartfelt scripted apology, it was back to sexy-time rehab for Tiggie, with wife Elin by his side.
Money talk$, I guess.
I don't even feel bad for Elin anymore. She's the friend who keeps you on the phone for hours, entertaining you with her on-again off-again boyfriend's antics. You tell her to stay away, but your sage advice falls on deaf ears. After the 67th breakup, you just stop caring, and decline her calls.
Elin and I have major beef right now.
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