You know me. Or know of me. I think.
I was one of five men who embodied the best known undergarment on TV. We were on posters, magazine ads, billboards.
I was a Fruit of the Loom guy. The grapes.
The other guys and I are all private people now, ensconced in our Beverly Hills homes, hiding from the paparazzi. Or that’s what we’d hoped for. We were popular! But now I go to auditions and even before I open my mouth, the director will say “I don’t think your acting is as elastic as it needs to be.”
Funny.
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