Whilst we’d rather be bummed around the world and I, I, I by Mark Foster and/or Mark Spitz, if we’re sticking with the swimming motif (what can we say, we like a Mark!), we wouldn’t say no to Michael Phelps or his superchin were we to stumble across them down the old spa. What can we say, we like a chin!
But we might have to have words if Michael were carrying one of these Louis Vuitton totes, also known as the bag o’ choice for cliched dolly gays with more money than lipliner. We doubt he’d emasculate himself to the extent of carrying it in the crook of his arm whilst sashaying down Old Compton Street to the soundtrack of Yankee Doodle Dandy but, like shaped eyebrows, there are certain things best left to the womens.
Oh, Michael Phelps is flogging Louis Vuitton now. You got that from this, right?
Michael Phelps goes all Louis Vuitton on our ass,