should i be covering the miss world

competition since the times is ignoring it?

its two pm. im eating a mcrib tv dinner. im scared of the leftovers from last nights thai fiesta with rosalita.

im wondering seriously about playboy online. wondering if they would hire me.

id cover the miss world competition for them if they wanted.

here we are at the miss world pageant in sanya china, a southern island of hainan

hey how many virgins in sanya

hey none

the winner of the “beach beauty” competition was this comely redhead, rosanna davison, center, miss ireland who was all, thats right bitch.

daughter of the scary brit 80s singer chris de burgh “lady in red” “dont pay the ferryman

106 of the most beautiful girls in the world are here, playboy.

and every single one of them has a story to tell.

thank you for sending me here.

its very warm.

cokes cost two dollars.

they dont have diet coke they have coke lite.

so you go, two coke lites please and they say four dollars please

so you give them five.

why not.

i came in third in the mens competition.


for your ass.

flagrant + kzug + palm trees

dear tiger,

nothing i like better than a blonde model marrying a young black millionaire. but hasnt kobe taught you anything about marrying young?

i know shes hot. and im sure shes wonderful. it dont matter.

you need to check yourself bro.

how many majors have you won this year while youve been diddlin this’n?


shes no good for you.

even your crazy old man knows it.

“Let’s face it, a wife can sometimes be a deterrent to a good game of golf,” Earl Woods said regarding the announcement of his son’s engagement.

unless youre willing to say, “im tiger woods and i dont give a fuck about golf any more, all i care about is this blonde, all blonde, swedish piece of ass,” then stanford didnt teach you shit.

i cant even imagine how hot that might be.

in a bikini

slippin into the hot tub after you just came in third and only get to cash a $77,000 check.

better luck next week.

but you do not have to marry that shit.

i wanna marry that shit. trust me. you can wanna marry it. just dont marry it.


she can still get a discount on eurail passes

your girl was a nanny a few years ago.

you dont marry the nanny.

not before you break


the records in golf

black man.

excuse me, but wasnt that the deal you signed when you sold your soul to nike?

no way do you get the money, a few records, and the girl.

people need to know that this wasnt a fluke.

so im sorry but i cannot be the minister at your wedding.

win ten tournaments in a row

win a tournament in a koofi

or better yet, win one in a dress

and then i’ll let you marry that supra hot girl you got there.

maybe the hottest player’s wife around.

but until i can say something like, a black man not only won the masters but won it in a dress so fuck you all, then youre going to have to win a few hundred more tournaments

before you game totally goes to hell.

so, easy tiger

you know how many nannys wanna marry me too

we cant have you turning into pooh

big dumptruck + holiday snowglobe + sean bonner + liljeqvist