That's the latest tale from Gomorrah in today's Murdoch:
Jeet's memory aint what it used to be.
Like all of us, el Capitan these days tends to forget names and faces of the supermodels and aerobics instructors he routinely sires. Hell, we've all known the feeling. They're like ground balls during infield practice: You scoop them up, hold them a second and then fire hard to first. At least Jeet maintains the good grace of having his driver pick them up at the front door, where a special courtesy gift basket of official Jeet memorabilia - hopefully spiced with fine Hickory Farms meats and cheeses - awaits.
Today, the value of one of those unopened Jeter gift baskets has increased by 500 percent.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
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