April 10, 2011
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God, I would HATE to be famous..
“So, what are you going to do now?” the camera-man asks Tiger as he puts the microphone in front of him, “Are you gonna go eat? Go to the range?” Tiger seems to sigh tightly. “I’m gonna go eat, I’m pretty hungry, ” he tightly replies.
“I mean where the hell do you go eat, when you’re famous?” You’d have to spend like GodIdon’tevenwanttothinkhowmuch, “You couldn’t just go to Burger King drive-thru, you’d never get your frickin’ food..” Chris looks at me like I’m crazy. Why would you go to Burger King?
“I’m just sayin’. You think I’m a home-body now?”
Chris laughs, “Why don’t they just tell ‘em what they’re really gonna be doing? ‘I’m gonna go jack.. I mean.. I’m gonna go drop my kids off at the pool..’”
Lol..
“Well, I’d just stay at home.. Tell the maid to tell them I’m in rehab again.”
