Introducing Tiger Text, the first app named after Tiger Woods, the golf pro and lover of bucket-titted women other than his wife.
This iPhone app, coming soon for Blackberry and Android, allows you to set a lifespan for your texts and delete them at both ends so that Hooters waitress you're boinking during your Senate race can't sell them to the Enquirer when you dump her.
And if you can't resist the thrill of sending a pic of your glorious genitalia to your whore du jour, you can program it to delete itself as soon as it's viewed. It's a little like Mission: Impossible but for philanderers instead of spies. ("This crude missive will self-destruct in five seconds.")
Ironically, if Tiger had had access to his namesake app, he might have prevented his own self-destruction--or at least the humiliation of attending a rehab that made him sign a contract stating he would not masturbate during his stay.
But guys, there is one tiny little catch. If your (in?)significant other also knows about the app, she can check your phone to see if you're using it. There's more than one way to catch a tiger by the tail, to skin a cat, etc. etc.
Labels: Android, app, Blackberry, cheating, Hooters, humor, iPhone, kathcom, Life without Feck, magick sandwich, sarcasm, stupid shit, Tiger Woods
