The Ginger knows about my love for Ryan Lochte--and apparently accepts it. He, Ryan not The Ginger, isn't the brightest bulb but he sure is pretty to look at. So The Ginger sends me a text last night (long distance relationships are fun. really they are. or not. not at all. except the getting to visit Chicago a bunch part) giving me a heads up about this skit and that hopefully I could find online today.
I give it 3 swims.
