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Oh good lord.


Is it REALLY that big of a deal?

He's still a good golfer right?

 I mean if you were worth half as much, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing.

Don't go through other people's dirty laundry.

People cheat. People have sex with other people.


But good lord, leave the poor guy alone.

He's probably sobbing and wiping his tears away with a 100 dollar bill.

And leave those girls alone too. You just wish you could sleep with him.

I would. But I can't.

I don't resent him or his buxom lovers.

Really though...

There are worse things he could be doing.

As for me probably shouldn't listen to me. I'm broke. I'm picking my carpet lint for green.


But I'm right though. 


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