Radical Mommy: How on earth could a show called "Dirty Jobs" possibly be like porn to someone? Well, let me tell you how, when the host is none other that the cutest, hottest, manliest, sh*t shoveling, cockroach wrangling, sewer cleaning, alligator wrestling Mike Rowe.
In case you haven't seen the show, let me fill you in. Mikey travels the country exploring some of the countries' dirtiest jobs and the people who do them. I never on Earth thought that I would like a show that shows cow pustules being squeezed, whales being autopsied and pigs being wrangled -- but low and behold, not only do I like it -- I lust it.
I love the site of Mike's big rippling muscles tightening and flexing as he lowers himself into a pit of stinky sludge. I love the site of his teeny, tight tush as he cleans rotting garbage out of a sinkhole and I love way he laughs after hauling ass after runaway mules.
I'm sorry, but every time Mikey even mentions the word "dirty" all I can think about is getting dirty with him. And I fear that my "love/lust" for Mike might be growing because last night I had a full on sex dream about my hunky poo slinger -- a dream that was so real that when I woke up, I was sad that it was over.
So what is it about a man who's not afraid to get into a septic tank, clean out a sewer or worst of all, stick his hand up a cows ass that I find do attractive? Well, it's all the disgusting things he does that makes him so damned HOT. I mean, what kind of man can make scrapping putrid turds out of a broken toilet look gooooood? Only Mike. And if he can make that look good, I can only imagine how good I would think he looked in bed.
I know that nothing will ever come of my dirty fantasies, but it's nice to know that when my son wants to watch TV, I can get some too.