It was in the paper this morning that a Real Man, steely testosterone just a-gushin' through him and hissin, happened to be walking by the junk yard when a crane operator switched on the electromagnet.

Guy swung there for 45 minutes, thirty feet above the ground, suspended by the container of his steely testosterone, before they could figger out how to get him safely down.

Like the old song says, he's nobody's sweetheart now....