No surprise. Somebody took the voicemail and made a slow jam out of it. I'm waiting for the auto-tune version.
Oh, and here's a nice little tidbit- when he was fucking his side bitches in an Ambien haze, he wasn't wearing a condom. Maybe he was so stoned that he forgot how to put them on.
You know what I would do if I were him? Get divorced and fly the freak flag as high as possible! Start a new business venture- Tiger's Cocktail Waitress Cruises! Whatever, Tiger. Just quit lying. The cat's already out of the bag, so to speak.
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