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"ANTHONY '"LIL" KIM

  "ANTHONY ‘'LIL' KIM".

THIS KIM IS ANYTHING BUT SMALL!

‘Lil Kim has hit it big time! No, I am no talking about the gangster rapping, multi-Grammy award winning female version, Kimberly Denise Jones, aka ‘Lil Kim. I am talking about the big hitting, birdie banging, 2008 multiple PGA tour winning, Anthony Ha-Jin Kim, aka ‘Lil Kim.

In just his second full year on the PGA Tour, the brash, blinging, 23 year old, native of Los Angeles and three-time All-American at University of Oklahoma has taken the tour by storm.

"WHAT'S IN YOUR (STANLEY) CUP?"

  "WHAT'S IN YOUR (STANLEY) CUP?"

I'd Put My Money On The D Cup!

"Good morning guys, welcome to Starcups, can I get you some coffee? Some decaf?" asked the lovely buxom barista behind the counter. "We have regular and large size cups, and this week we are also featuring a commemorative Stanley Cup of coffee."

"THE INDIANAPOLIS 250?"

 THE INDIANAPOLIS 250

"The Running for a Quart of Milk?"

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, team owners, drivers, crew and media. I'm Brian Rhoades, Indy Racing League Chairman, and I welcome you to the 92^nd running of the Indianapolis 250!  

Before we start the traditional Owners Banquet, sponsored by, Con Agra, Chevy and Morgan Stanley, I would like to propose a toast to our President and CEO, Tony George.

Before you is a quart of milk; I would like each team owner to pour a glass for the customary "milk toast."  

"Draught Day"

"DRAUGHT DAY"

"THINK OUTSIDE THE CAN!"

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Could you turn on ESPN?

"Yeah, I'll be right with you, just a minute!"

"How you doing?" asked the bartender as tossed a New York Giants Super Bowl Championship beer mat into place. "Whaddaya have?"

Yeah.

"What's your pleasure?" asked the bartender.

A good draft, he whispered.

"Excuse me? Whaddya have to drink?

Gatorade Tiger

"GATORADE TIGER"

Last week, I received my first big reporting assignment. I was designated, assistant columnist to cover The Masters golf tournament from the famed Augusta National Golf Club in Augusta, Georgia.

I was psyched, but I also knew that I was an assistant columnist.

You know what that means? The first three letters in assistant are... ass.

 It was, make it, or break it time for me--- Either kicking ass, or becoming an ass.