So last week, my bestie and I went and saw Magic Mike. Look, I'm not going to lie. It wasn't great. The acting was pretty average (and I should know acting. I mean you don't land a 4 line role in the end of year performance in Primary School without gaining some sort of acting knowledge), the storyline was a bit weird/in your face (again, another concept I'm more than familiar with after being hit up by weirdos in Kmart on a semi regular basis) but the eye candy? Yeah, that was pretty bloody spectacular.
And strangely enough, watching such corny, cheesy beefcakes over act the hell out of the movie, kind of reminded me of my husband. And got to me thinking about a little game I like to call
Yeah, so I don't want to alarm anyone, but I'm fairly sure I've married the Aussie version of Magic Mike. Without the stripper bit, but definitely with the 6 pack, the cheesy one liners and the dodgy white shoes.
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