David Beckham, The Edster and Me!
Or "Why Posh Spice should smile more often!"
If you should have any preconcieved notions about human anatomy stop here.
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Coming back from a job one day I happened to look up at a rather large billboard on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood.
In case you haven't seen the ad, It shows David Beckham, football (soccer) superstar modeling underwear.
When the ad campaign first started women news readers were swooning and small children were crying in the streets......Anyway, I had to chuckle when I saw it.
It's rather anatomically overstated.......to the point where you want to ask, "Is that a soccerball in your undies or did you just score the winning goal?"
I mean, If that is the reason that Senor Beckham is a superstar player-I didn't realize that English Football allowed mutants to participate. ;)
Let me make one thing clear. I am comfortable being me and have no fixations on males or anything of that nature.
It did make me think about why Posh spice always has a frown on her face and how the heck Becks can stand up without toppling over.
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That said, i went about my business, went home, had dinner and went to bed after some BBC and tea.
(Yes, I am turning into an Anglophile.....I love my BBC, I know who Earl Grey is and would have loved to have met Maggie.)
I hardly ever slept on my back until recently......And I know I shouldn't....until the dark image of a 40-50 foot David Beckham, in his undies, lording over the Hollywood area leaves my mind.
I awoke the next day in a semi-panic. I was pinned on my back and was trying to get up and out of bed. I had this extreme weight in the area between my bellybutton and knees-I started to struggle because I was trapped...and then one thought came to mind....
HOW DOES DAVID BECKHAM GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING?
Somehow I was subconsciously influenced by that photo, the unusually large undies he had on and the previous thought of him toppling over, or the camera angle that may have made him anatomically disproportionate in the ad.
Trust me, Having heard Beckhan speak I really doubt there wasn't a little stuffing or Photoshopping that went on.... :D
Anyway....I managed to get my elbows under me and prop mysellf up and realize that I wasn't David Beckham, I'm not in his league-Football League- But I have no concerns over my masculinity....I did realize that I had a David Beckham sized cat laying on my "area" that made me panic and brought the realization that being David Beckham probably isn't the greatest thing in the world.....If you know what I mean!
I managed to get the Edster off of me, I also managed to get back to sleep, I didn't dream about anything else for the rest of the evening....Which is kinda nice.......Margaret Thatcher in her undies would have put me over the edge! :D
