I'm still recovering from attending a bridal shower last night for a friend from church. I haven't attending a whole bunch of bridal showers , but as far as these things go, I'm guessing it ranks up there with the fairly scandalous (extremely scandalous for this reserved church crowd). My face still hurts from laughing so much. She got a ton of raunchy gifts--one of which was named Mr. Banana, wore a top hat, and came with a list of 50 reasons why he is better than a real man. I'll leave it at that. And they played video of her fiance stripping down to a pair of red speedo shorts--which they paused on a view of his backside and left up on the huge tv right behind the soon-to-be bride the entire time she was opening her gifts. I'm pretty sure it won't take long for the photos to surface on the Internet of her pretending to pinch the life sized onscreen speedo bum. (Heck, I'll post one as soon as I can get my hands on it....the picture, NOT his bum.)I exercised great restraint and self-control in selecting a speedo image to put on here. I don't want to give my grandmother any heart palpitations, or at least any more than when she just read about Mr. Banana and his top hat. Let's just say there are a whole lotta guys out there rockin' speedos that have no business being in them. Or well, let's just say they have a whole lotta business hanging outta them. So I choose another speedo bum that's been onscreen--Justin Timberlake--don't pretend you didn't recognize him. I'm sure all of you have this picture on a poster hanging above your beds.