Saw Magic Mike on Friday, and holy meat candy! Watching it, I discovered that the possessive form of a man’s first name automatically turns his surname into a euphemism for his penis. Imagine my disappointment, then, when the film neglected to show me Channing’s Tatum or Matthew’s McConaughey. Oh, I got to see Joe’s Manganiello, but that’s what True Blood is for. Speaking of which, HBO, I’m still waiting for the Skarsgård of Alexander.
TWTG says, “Volleyball’s okay because they’re all naked.”