Inspecting the photo, much is left open to interpretation. Perhaps Cena is discussing the 341 terminally ill orphans he will visit in the afternoon, brightening their lives with cheap plastic spinny belts and waving his hand in front of his face to their little hearts' content. Or maybe he's just asking whether those deviled eggs on the service table are still safe to eat. Regardless, the picture is most significant for what it doesn't feature- namely the application of sunscreen on an immediate family member's naughty bits. John Cena, I applaud your thoroughly inoffensive public conduct. I promise I won't boo you the next time you show up on RAW.
Thanks Mrs. Petersen! Keep those pictures coming- especially if you see Viscera and Marty Jannetty holding hands in Central Park.
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John Cena's denim on denim stylings scream working class/blue collar white voter. If only Hillary Clinton had worn this ensemble instead of a pantsuit while barnstorming the bowling alleys, coffee shops, legion halls, and sporting goods stores of rural America pandering to their fears, prejudices, and worst instincts she might have been able to carry the southern portion of Indiana by an even bigger margin.
Oh, and I love the link to the Castle of Grayskull.
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