What are you doing????
Here's we have the next best answer to how to protect one's image, even more that Michael, and we've got more waitresses trying to get a mil out of you than one can remember...
It's so bad at your house that blonde women are dropping like flies.
And snoring? Without shoes?
Let me guess here.... you took an Ambien... hit the bed... was 3/4 zoned... and your cell rings. Your wife picks it up and it's Trixie over at the Beltway Diner in Hokoken, New Jersey. The swede goes ballistic, you jump out of bed, put on some pants, grab the keys, and off you go into a tree... zonked... without shoes.
Bad boy, bad boy... whatcha gonna do? Joey Bottafucco handled this better.
Can you imagine if this was Michael Vick? Or Wally Backman? Teddy Kennedy and Bill Clinton have nothing on you, dude.
What do you do now?
Fire everyone around you, blame it on the bossa nova, and go play the Masters?
What's the commentary going to be when they say, on the first tee, "now up..."?
What about when you ask your caddy for a new ball?
Can you image the grin on the face of Phil?
And we thing the Mets need a recontruction? Johnny Cochrane couldn't help the man... there's no "if it doesn't fit... " defense here. Some of these girls have seen some extra play time.
Don't you remember the expression about tying the log on?
What's swedish for "your fucked..."
Mack
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