WORK IS FUNNY SOMETIMES

so this e-mail goes out at work yesterday which reads something like this: "need people to wear costumes for reference photo shoot. must be 6' tall and have a 32" waist. etc etc..."
curious, as the name implies, i respond with "i'm exactly that size" and before ya know it, i'm in. one of the three people they were seeking. looking back, i'm not so sure it was a good idea. i lost a good deal of body hair during the process because of that muscle suit was tighter than a condom 10 sizes too small - no joke! second skin doesn't even begin to describe it but body condom might come close. there wasn't even any talcum powder floating around to make the process easier.
when i first went in they threw the blue suit at me and said 'give that a try' and when that fit just fine, they said 'oh, now you have to put this muscle suit on underneath that' - what the?!? you mean the hollywood actors who wear this crap aren't really that BUFF?!? i feel cheated and ripped off.
hold your mouse over the image to see the full super sweaty hero goodness.
as uncomfortable as that was, i'm not sure i'd subject myself to that for the whole length of a film shoot. it was brutal and i'm not using that word lightly.
ps: sorry my package is hangin out