Lizzie and I are sitting in the Verizon store right now faced with this delightful view while waiting to be called in for Lizzie's phone repair. We suspect we must be on Candid Camera. In what other situation does one allow his ass to hang out in the open for 20 minutes on end? Doesn't he feel a slight draft down there? No one else here even seem to notice. In the words of a wise man, "What's going on!?"
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