Not exact matches
After signing a
few autographs, Woods stomped to his room on the sixth floor of the adjoining Four Seasons resort, and that was where he finally vented, whipping off his
sweat - soaked
shirt and throwing it to the floor, where it remained as a souvenir for the maid.
He held it in and then he blew it out really fast and went through that a
few different times and it was all the more hilarious «cause he was like pitting out in this dress
shirt and just sat like huge balls of
sweat building under his
shirt but that's what the dude does and he's known for you know, in a triathlon, just like going off the front, the first 300, 400 yards you know, and that's where he breaks from the crowd, right there and boom, he's gone.
Have no doubt he will welcome opportunity to stand in front of camera with expensive
shirt open to his not inconsiderable waist, his
few remaining strands of hair flapping and oozing what he would no doubt describe as sex appeal but which to rest of world is only
sweat.