Tuesday Vest-Day Dump
Michelle Beadle got an awkward call from Tiger Woods. All joking aside it really wouldn’t surprise me if she did at some point. <outsidetheboxscore>
While on the Tiger story, don’t go thinking that Elin’s the first famous person to go nuts and use a golf club for violence. Here’s a very descriptive take on others who have discovered the fun, non-boring uses for golf clubs. <zipgolfer>
Shock! Mr. Bad Decisions never wanted to use condoms while bedding all those different whores. I’d wish him AIDS, but then I’d feel bad for the whore he married. Obviously their conversations have been anything but pleasant the last few weeks (I know it’s an understatement, shut up) but I’d really love to have witnessed the “At least tell me you used a condom, Tiger.” …. …. “Umm… Look, I told you I made a lot of mistakes…” “Where’s that f*cking club!” <celebslam>
Remember that picture of you as a small child where you’re screaming your damn head off because your parent put you on Santa’s lap? Here’s a collection of those. Plus a bunch of creepy Santas. Picture number two, or Grabby Crotch as I call it, is my favorite. <sketchysantas>
It appears that the worrisome forecast of gloom and doom for Denver’s match-up with Kansas City was a needless. Having seen KC play a few quarters this season, I would have been more surprised with a Chiefs win than my girlfriend was when she found out my sex-offender status. <predominantlyorange>
Colt McCoy and Jordan Shipley pillow talk… and this is really uncomfortable. Gay bed stuff is one thing, but pillow talk has always given me the heebie jeebies. <texastravesty>
Some nice Jon Gruden hate at the Packers game last night. This happened after I quit watching, but that’s what sports blogs are for. <shutdowncorner>
Tuesday is Tip-Day here at Bootleggersports. Today’s tip: Don’t drive with your parking lights on you f*cking retard. Yeah, it lights up all your instrument panels, but not your tail lights, and it doesn’t help me see your stupid ass while merging. If it’s dark enough that you need the buttons in your car lit up, then turn on all your f*cking lights. Dipshit. Send link tips and story suggestions to bootleggersports@gmail.com.
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