A great big round of applause, a wink, and an appreciative thumbs-up to the slightly built, slightly Jesusy fellow at the gym this morning wearing a white T-shirt emblazoned on the front with what appeared to be fleshy, flushed ladeez and the words POLYGAMY PORKER.
You, young man, made my day. And before noon!
P.S. This joie de vivre was balanced by the sight of filthy-bottomed feet waggling during unsuccessful handstands in the yoga studio. Balance, in all things, is key.