I don't know if its my inner WARRIOR FOR MANKIND
or perhaps Tour de France winner Floyd Landis' soaringly high testosterone level in the news but I've been feeling particularly MANLY lately.
There's nothing like a MAN. And when you are a MAN that can mean only one thing: OTHER men.
There is nothing like OTHER MEN!
Testosterone, muscle, hirsute masculinity, male sexual energy (big pee pee ) , what's not to love about MANLY MEN IN THEIR PRIME?
If Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars, gimme a great big ol' Mars bar!
REAL MEN. Not the untouchables of so-called perfection. Not the cuties still shedding boyhood. Not the overly preened and NAIRed prancing princes.
But the MALE of the species. The guys with whom you play softball . The guys who rotate your tires The guys who climb up the ladder to get down a kitchen cabinet at the home improvement store . The guys who live nextdoor with the wife and the collection of dirt bikes. The big lugs who pulls you out of a burning wreck. Your insurance agent whom "god" slapped on some mighty fine muscle and a big ol'slab of meat between his legs.
THOSE males of the species.
They're woofably delicious
^ daddy's pumping a lot of iron there
omg ^ remember daddy's muscle shows?
^ before they're ever in one, guys know what it is they're bringing into the locker room. minutes before leaving for the gym, most guys prep themselves to be looked at UP and DOWN.