Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. Oh, no, no you can’t disguise. Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. -Fleetwood Mac
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! The rug is coming out from under dear old Tiger Woods. I gave at the office. The check’s in the mail. It’s not you, it’s me. I didn’t inhale. Of course your butt doesn’t look fat. Like my main man Winston Churchill always says, “A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.” If that’s the case, Tiger’s got his pants on round about his ankles right about now. Tiger says, “This situation is my fault.” Ok so far. Tiger says, “It’s obviously embarrassing to my family and me.” Yes yes yes. Tiger says, “I’m human and I’m not perfect.” Very good. Tiger says, “My wife, Elin, acted courageously when she saw I was hurt and in trouble. She was the first person to help me. Any other assertion is absolutely false.” Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger! And there it is. Now listen, I’m no Dr. Cal Lightman, and I may not know nothing about nothing, but if I know anything about anything, I know that’s the one that’s gonna get him trouble. Just like these ones got these guys into trouble. Join me, will you? The Liars On Parade. Good. And awaaaaaay we go!
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!