tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408344234649007529.post5179473769113719167..comments2023-07-01T03:28:06.904-04:00Comments on The Backstory: Tiger Beat Lives OnAnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469738498361839959noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408344234649007529.post-36174393303651333322009-07-09T18:52:30.404-04:002009-07-09T18:52:30.404-04:00When I was eight, I really wanted to be David Cass...When I was eight, I really wanted to be David Cassidy. The problem was...I was really fat. Otherwise, we would have looked like brothers. My mom took me into Seattle to find some kids' husky-sized flair-legged pants. They were green. I wore them everyday, and when they wore out, they became cut-offs. They were unfortunately cropped a bit to short and made my inner thighs chafe. I'll bet David Cassidy got the occasional rash on his inner thighs.Tim Haywoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14423889023718509986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408344234649007529.post-45663806990785777202009-07-09T18:07:58.594-04:002009-07-09T18:07:58.594-04:00Can I go with you? Which casino? Let's follow...Can I go with you? Which casino? Let's follow him around, a la Judy Blume!!!Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10593098998045189352noreply@blogger.com