I am so sick of the VMAs. I am tired of Kanye and Gaga and a night that was supposed to be in honor of the legacy of Michael Jackson that has since turned into an evening of whiskey and douchebaggery.

I am not sick of David Beckham. I will not ever be sick of David Beckham, even if he changed his name to Lady Gaga, dressed in Kermit the Frog heads, and slugged whiskey while patting the toush of a bald lizard. Never.

He’s amazingly outstanding.

And there he is, adjusting his manliness, taking off his jersey and giving us what we want. All sweaty and tatted-up. Scruffy-faced, yet coy. Oh la la.

There’s no real story attached to these pics, but I did just make you stop thinking about Taylor Swift for five minutes. You can thank me later.

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