When I was a little boy, my idea of luxury was the couch, a big pillow and a bowl of popcorn. After I grew up, the idea basically remained the same, preferably with a chick aside. Well the following mansion we’re about to present didn’t cross even my wildest dreams. It’s not a luxury hotel, no the house of some Arab prince, it’s Tiger Woods’ crib. Here’s a cold reminder that we live in a dump and this guys has his own palace.