Gawker is always good for a laugh in the morning. Yes, yes, yes, I realize that laughing at the misfortune of others is decidedly NOT NICE. However, something about this paragraph just set me off:
The man produced a container of liquid laundry detergent, obviously, and coated his legs in it, then gently lowered them into the swing’s holes. Two bulbous clots of flesh and fat and muscle collected around the rubber bottlenecks until shwoop — he was fully installed inside the molded harness. Sure, his genitals resembled a jar of vacuum-packed olives, but at least he had proven the swing, and his friends, wrong. Pay up, guys.
Plus, he’s not stuck in it anymore.