There are no “rules to life,” but if there were, they should read something like:
1. maybe don’t kill people
2. maybe don’t rape people
3. maybe don’t talk shit if you were in the movie “Who’s Your Caddy?”
4. definitely don’t talk shit if your name is JESPER.
And that’s it.
“He’s a phony and a fake and he can’t retain that squeaky-clean endorsement deal any longer.”
Hey Jesper Parnevik. You only made 5 cuts this year on the PGA tour and pulled in less money than the average New York City public school teacher. SHUT UP about Tiger Woods. Don’t you talk about Tiger Woods. Go back to the stupid hat store and wow all the idiots with stories about what it was like to work with the great Faizon Love. Oh, and tell Jason Mraz I said hi and he sucks.
Like you. Loser.
(But seriously, Sherri Sheppard was great in that movie.)
