Those of you who know me know I am a big Channing Tatum fan. Big as in huge. As in enormous. As in those extra eight inches, uh, I mean those extra four inches huge erect edifice big huge.
But man oh man I DNF’d Magic Mike after twenty excruciating minutes of embarrassment. It’s awfulness embarrassed me – not personally, as in I wasn’t personally embarrassed for watching, or attempting to watch the movie, but because it was sooooo piss-poor terrible. Cringe-worthy. Came very close to grossing me out.
We got naked male butts, we don’t need no stinkin’ story!
Uh, yeah, sorry honey, you do need a story.
A butt out of context, no matter how stacked, is just a butt.