Ordering a footlong at SUBWAY conjures up naughty images now that Olympic trophy-winner Michael Phelps has signed on to promote the fast-food take-out joint - um - sandwich shop.
Moi?
I generally spring for the veggie lite on delicious Honey Oat bread, thank you very much, with a splash of tomatoes, cucumber, a slab or two of American Cheese , green pepper, and a dollop of alvacado thrown in for good measure.
For $3 bucks, 'ya can't beat it.
If Phelps has his druthers, I predict he'll dive in for the footlong cold-cut combo (maybe two, in view of the man-size proportions he was known to gobble down without hesitation during his halcyon days at the Olympics in Beijing.
Yup, a healthy snack sure to prime the studly athlete for the upcoming round of U.S. competitions on the horizon.
But, what of the ubiquitous bong that triggered his fall from grace, a scant few months ago?
By chance, is it lurking in the shadows - at-the-ready to saturate his senses with primo weed - and in the throes of a heady stupor likewise seduce the eligible bachelor with all-manner of sensual delights?
Oh, to be a fly on the wall!
