…..And I mean “hit it” without a golf club. Personally, I’ll leave hittin’ Tiger Woods to the professionals. Instead I’d like to pop an Ambien in his mouth, sit on his stomach and braid those two luscious manes of hair on his nipples. When he wakes up the next morning, he won’t remember what happened and wonder why his chest looks like Nipple Longstocking. That sounds like more fun.
And at least Annie Leibovitz can pay off some of her creditors so they won’t give her a coronary when they jump out of her bushes as she comes home.
via E! Online