The gf and I were lying around last night watching what the Brits like to call 'the telly' and there was some celebrity gossipy type show on. You know, Inside Edition, ET, Extra or whathaveyou. My friend Lora calls them 'the news.' So yeah, anyway, the news was on the telly and of course they were talking about Tiger Woods because, like, who isn't? Dr. Drew was hypothesizing that Tiger may be a sex addict. Last night the number of women he has supposedly exercised infidelities with was four. Today, that number has jumped to an astounding ten! Far be it for me to question Dr. Drew's professional opinion, but have you seen who these chicks are? I'm not so sure his addiction is sex but rather, who he's having sex with. You know how dude's sometimes have nicknames for their penis right? (Present company excluded; promise.) Well, Tiger's must be named Adolf, because he's banging the third reich of pussy. The dude gets more blonde, blue-eyed cocktail waitress ass than a Hooters casting couch. (That's how they get hired, right?) If I was Tiger, I'd at least try branching out a little. I mean if you're going to got out to diner, at least order something you can't eat at home.