One of my friends and I were talking about this the other day, and he said he thought Brett Favre was a moron. “He doesn’t know by now that women don’t have the same biological response to naked pictures as men?” he said. “That’s just plain stupid. And besides, he thinks some hottie half his age wants to look at his gray-assed dick-fro?”
When I got done laughing, I agreed that in general, he was right. “If it was someone you were already having a hot and heavy relationship with and you had to be apart, it would be appropriate,” I said. “But just some random picture? No way. Plus, he’s quite, um, average.”
Then he complained about that, because “now you’re making me go look at pictures of Brett Favre’s junk to see what you think is ‘average.'”
I told him the only thing making him look was the male-competition DNA — an ongoing theme. (He often theorizes that the way to boost male performance in the sack is to have a group of the man’s friends surround the bed, rating his performance. He might be on to something! It brings a whole new meaning to “third-base coach”.) I can just picture that cheering section – and the color commentary: “Brad’s been batting an astounding .675 at home, and looks like he’s going for a new record!”
“Way to swing the bat, Mike!” (Accompanied by a butt slap.)
New reality show?