Friday, April 02, 2010

Tiger’s Ten (million!)

So it is true: Silence is golden. Reeaally golden.

As in the 10 million bucks that one of Tiger’s mistresses raked in for keeping her yap shut.

That’s a lot of cabbage for doing nothing. Heck, it’s a lot for doing anything.

Rachel Uchitel sure hit the jackpot. She won’t have to go trolling for Sugar Daddies for, well, for the rest of her life.

Now I know why these gals announced press conferences when the scandal broke.

It seemed an odd way to protest that their privacy had been violated.

Turns out they really wanted to get Tiger’s attention.

In most cases, it worked. One of Tiger’s flunkies would call up the lass in question (Tiger may have even had their numbers on speed-dial) and say, “How much do you want to cancel this little confab and get out of our hair – forever?”

Only it wasn’t fair, because some of the skanks “got several hundred thousand dollars, and others got nothing.”

Hey, whatever happened to equality and fair play and all that?

It’s enough to make some of the scorned working girls go right back out on the party circuit and start trolling for Sugar Daddies.

Unless, of course, they were already occupied in that very line of work.

The real kicker in all this is that Tiger didn’t completely dam the river.

Despite many payoffs to many ladies, some unpleasant details have leaked out.

Like porn star Devon James’ tale about “how she and another female porn star enjoyed a threesome with Tiger while his wife Elin Nordegren was pregnant with their first child.”

Ouch.

Or that during these flings, Tiger was, “Dirty, dirty, he was pretty nasty. He was dirty, bad, bad, bad – in the bedroom.”

Yikes!

If tidbits like that have been served up despite all the frantic check-writing, ol’ Tiger got the shaft.

Somehow, however, I’m finding it hard to work up any sympathy for him.

3 comments:

Massive Ferguson said...

And what about his kindergarten teacher?

Anne said...

Dear Tiger,
For a mere...um...one tenth of that piddling sum I also will shut up. And for another one tenth of that sum, I'll return the photos.
And for another one tenth of that some, I'll decline to mail the pics to The Enquirer. And for another one tenth of that piddling sum, I'll lie like a dog in the sunshine to your wife, unless she's holding a pistol, in which case I'll rat you out as fast as my lips can move.

Mack said...

Me, too, Anne!

Ya got that, Tiger?