You've seen that Undercover Boss program, where High Profile execs go to work among their scummy staff in ludicrous disguises to "see how the business really works" by working alongside gormsters who are too thick to realise they're being filmed for Secret Millionairre because their offspring are dying (or almost died) because they themselves have cancer for working to support their dear little white haired old mother who is crippled with Arthur Eye Tits.
or something.
Anyhoo, some famous bodybuilder muscleyman decided to do something similar. Don a disguise, pretend to be the manager of a gym, and wander about handing out advice.
But who is this mystery man? Armed only with the Nintendo 'tashe of one Mario Mario and a cap, this "Gym Owner" went about all unrecognisable like...
"By Crom! Let's put some meat on your muscle - it you heave, we can build it! Keep it up - I'll be back to check on your progress. Bench pressing is not French kissing. You need a sauna? Don't sweat it! I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.. now put on this gym kit."
Like many gullible Americans, even with that distinctive voice, I just can't place this Mr Universe. Damn, that's a good disguise! I find myself utterly taken in by his convincing act. Just like I believed in Twins, Kindergarten Cop, and Junior.
OMG! It's Bruised Willies, isn't it!!!
