That everybody walking down the street, below their strides, would be wearing a jockstrap
made out of evil eyes?
The milk on my spoon began to curdle as I fought desperately to resist the temptation to imagine just what a such jockstrap
might smell like.
Hopefully in a few hours time when we're independent, Spurs will be more foreign to us than the Argentinian flag on their manager's jockstrap
Well, if you thought observing Z-listers learning to dive in Splash was the broadcasting equivalent of bromide, Tumble is about as appealing as being forced to wear a week-old jockstrap
as a hat.
If it became a legal requirement that a name should reflect the content, then beers to avoid would include JocKstrap
(Gloucestershire), Old Slug (Avon), Jimmy Riddle (Dorset) and Old Fart (Leeds).
Now I'm no expert, but that sounds likes a job for Sir Chris Bonington's jockstrap
In the act, Sacha's alter ego Bruno, a gay Austrian fashion reporter, had to descend from the roof wearing wings, knee high boots and a jockstrap
before wrapping his legs around her head, with his buttocks fully exposed.
Imagine one of those "Stars on 45" things from the 80s, but featuring Scottish songs sung by burly Caledonian footballers, including one with his jockstrap
too tight, and you've got it.
Rocky Marciano couldn't carry my jockstrap
," he had spat out after losing a controversial points decision to Michael Spinks that denied him equalling Marciano's record of 49 straight victories without a blemish.
The Japanese were naked except for a cloth jockstrap
- all walking wounded.
It proved as much as a warm-up as a jockstrap
full of ice-cubes and again brought into focus football friendlies.
All he had on was a protective jockstrap
which looked very much like a camera case.
American firm Jockey patented its hallmark fly in the 1930s and the Y front evolved from their first brief, based on a jockstrap
, which went on sale in 1935.
In eight of the photographs, Harris poses as a pugilist, bruised and bloodied, wearing boxing gloves and a white jockstrap
In another scene Tchaikovsky's sexy alter ego, clad in a jockstrap
, cavorts with a handsome prince while the composer weeps.