WINDERMERE, Fla. - A woman was transported to hospital from Tiger Woods' Florida home after firefighters responded to a medical call early Tuesday, NBC News reported.
According to Orlando-based WESH, the adult female was taken from the $2.6 million masnion "on advanced life support" after firefighters received a call at 2:36 a.m.
A radio log showed an adult female was transported to Health Central Hospital, WESH reported.
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Jeezz, enough already. No more Tiger news...
The guy has ten plus mistresses including a porn star? I hope he catches something he can't wash off. His wife deserves better and will probably find it after she takes him for a few hundred million.
advanced life support... = OD, ? brain survival...
The first thing his wife needs to do it get tested for AIDS and any other STD the sleeze might have given her. Are men ever going to learn to keep "it" in their pants?
Conjecture is that it is likely Wood's MIL.
No one cares!!!
Even Wilt Chamberlin is amazed.
Another one that thought she was the only mistress. By the way what balls does Tiger use? (golf)
His wife needs to have her coochy checked and if she has caught any nasty sh!t sue him for everything he has and then walk away and delete her past of him. He is so not worth it. It sounds like he has a sex addiction or needs a constant ego stroke.
From Audrey Niffennegger's new novel "Her Fearful Symmetry"
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
1794
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