Apparently Matthew McConaughey felt that his seaside workout session left a little too much to the imagination, so recently he took a spin around London wearing cycling shorts which make it unmistakably clear that he’s hung like one of those Clydesdales that pull the Anheuser-Busch beer wagons. This guy is rapidly approaching Paris Hilton levels of exhibitionism. Any day now I expect to see paparazzi photos of Matthew McConaughey buying nachos at 7-Eleven while wearing a leopard-skin Speedo. More pictures of Matt and his Hammer of the Gods can be seen at A Socialite’s Life, if you’re interested. Personally, I find the whole subject profoundly depressing.