“What’s the matter, little mama? Does the sight of your man in spandex get you all hot and bothered?” “Shut up.” “Look at JB over there, strutting around in his singlet. Shit, I wish I had boy-noculars so I could check out his package.” She squints in his general direction. “It’s so hard to see it from here. I hope they put it on the jumbotron.” “They’re not going to put his dick on the big screen.” “They might.” “They won’t.”
