I think I have an open mind. Not so open that my brains have fallen out. I try to see what I'm looking at, instead of what I want to see. Here's what I see.... I see a very blurry naked man. He's not in excellent shape. He's a "clicker". That means he's in danger of getting carpel-tunnel syndrome from flipping through the TV channels. He's got a pretty good start on a beer belly.
There's some hope here, however, if he changes his ways, drops the channel changer, and starts walking a mile or so every day, preferably with his clothing on, until his body shapes up. He should also watch his diet. If he lives in an area where children are present, he
definitely should be dressed. Kids really need roll models, and we don't want them confused. Let them keep their dreams about growing up & having the perfect life/body/wife/family/job, etc., as long as they can.
To see something like that, unless he's old & you're married to him, and you sincerely love him, is not appropriate. For all you women out there, if he belongs to you, you two really need to have a talk because his behavior is really getting out of control. He needs some guidance. Do it. Help him. Don't let him do this anymore.
I know a naked man when I see one, no matter how blurry. That really
is one.
As far as this goes, My pathetic little head is a steel trap. Decided... mind closed as a steel trap. I have better things to do. This is silly. I'm outta here.
P.S.,... A real
hunk woulda been nice, though...