So, you think your magnet/Price-is right/Pooltoy/living banana fetish is all that, huh?

Well, Jon Fox here can trump you, because whenever HE wants to get his rocks off, he strips down, and floats through the air by means of a tiny propeller strapped to his tail.

So the next time you're outside, and you have something white go "splat!" on your head from up above, I'd think twice, because that may not be bird poop.

(A silly little gift for  corgiegurl...and kudos to anyone who actually finds this hot.)