I can't believe I'm writing this.\n\nI can't believe I'm giving it 4 stars.\n\nMy friend's husband got her tickets for this for her birthday mainly as a lark.  She asked me to go and I gigglingly obliged.  I've never had any interest to see muscly men with accents snap off their rip-away pants.  Never.  I went to this show with my tongue planted quite squarely in my cheek and, having done so, I enjoyed every ridiculous moment.  Brooke and I laughed and laughed and laughed.\n\nThe guys are terrible dancers, first of all, but dang it they are giving it all they got.  They smell of cocoa butter - pervasively so.  They throw out their sweat soaked towels which I thought was disgusting but women went CRAZY over them.  Brooke got pulled up on stage and got a towel.  We threw it on our significant others when they came to pick us up.\n\nYou can't go see this show without a sense of humor.  It's beefcakes dancing in thongs and there's something inherently funny about that.  Also, if you think about it, it's nice to turn the 'dance naked for me, monkey!' tables around for once.