I was sitting in the kitchen reading and having a little lunch today when I looked up at one of the big screens (the kitchen here at the office has come to resemble a sports bar lately--four ginormous-screen TVs, all tuned in to ESPN all. day. long.) just in time to see somethin' special.
The Tour de France is on. The cameras are following one of the lead bikers (I'm guessing... because why would they follow the stragglers at the end of the pack?). Ardent fans are cheering on the roadsides. And then one fella steps out of the crowd to mug for the camera.
He's wearing boxer shorts, shoes, and a mask... with a big rubber dildo hanging out of the front of his boxers.
And he was doing the kind of dance that you might expect a gentleman (a Frenchman at that!) in such a getup to do.
I love live television.
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