I don’t think I’m being facetious, sexist, or even cynical when I say that you can judge a man’s success by the appearance of the women that try to sleep with him. And honestly, I shudder to think that this poor woman might have nothing better to do than chase Kevin Costner around the Canadian Open Pro-Am with a video camera. But hey, she got a room number out of it. Oh man, you’d think some people would have higher standards than that. Well, I would. Who wants to get with Kevin Costner, anyway? That Canadian wine must knock you on your ass. via.

Still better than “Tin Cup.”
I want to meet Kevin Costner just to tell him Tombstone was fuck-loads better than Wyatt Earp.
Pauly, I would tell him that he fucking sucked in The Untouchables.