Shattering an Icon

Ripped abs. Perfect pecs. Bulging briefs. You know them, ladies.


Those perfect moves. The willingness to listen to your every demand. The syncronicity they exhibit with their fellow performers. A real man.

Yeah, quit dreaming.

I have it on good authority (a female manager at a venue at which they performed) that once they leave the stage... let's just say that almost to a "man" there's a lot of "you were soooooper" and "haaaayyyyyyy" and "you just stole the show" followed by a nice buttsmack. A naked buttsmack.

Sorry to ruin the illusion.

Did you really believe otherwise?