Because I’m fat and ugly. I don’t want to see it and trust me you don’t want to see it either.
You might be surprised.
Trojan soldiers said the same thing about a big wooden horse outside their walls.
Mr. Hands was surprised by a horse with big wood.
He died doing that too!
Now someone just needs to write an epic ballad and there’d be perfect parity between the two events.
It’s all about attitude.
I got a belly and I get a lot of positive attention when I rock a crop top.
It’s it from other men applauding you?
Men, women and everyone in between.
Also, crop tops kick ass in the summer. Breezy…
i used to feel like that until i discovered the chub and bear crowds.
now i show off my hairy moobs; my low hanging belly; and my back boobs every chance i get when the sun is out.
stop describing yourself, I’m at WORK! eggplant
I remember something about them being hunted to extinction
Me too, thanks.
Understanding dryer settings.
Girl, step into any sports themed gay bar. We are still dressing like this.
How does one find a sports themed gay bar? Asking for a friend.
Hang out with a gay rugby team, they’ll show you
Sir if I hung out with a gay rugby team I would not be chronically online.
Listen I’d trade considering my lez ass isn’t getting much out of it, but they’re fun to hang with
they’re a majority; just go to any city in a red or purple state.
Aside from my slab o’flab making people wish my top had not been cropped, those daddy dukes look like junk-crunchers.
That’s the point!
I just realized that the examples in the meme leave out an important part of the ensemble: calf-high white tube socks with multicolor bands at the top.
If you’re gonna rock it, rock it all the way.
I don’t have those, so that. That stops me from doing that.
Because I’d look like this:
Is that Lukashenko?
The real Phil Collins. RIP.
BAAAAAAAAAAM!
Green eggs and HAAAAAMMMM!
Randy bobandy’s dad?
The shape of my body.
We live in a society.
We grew up watching those dudes get butchered in increasingly-grotesque ways by a diverse conglomeration of psychotic murderers and animals, both natural and supernatural.
I’m good with my plain black t-shirt that’s long enough to serve as a dress because I’m fat and need uberlength shirts to make it over the curvature of my Moo Deng pregnancy and still have enough fabric left over to not leave me looking like I’m wearing a cummerbund made from pale hairy human skin.
Fat guy dress > being split vertically, starting at the willy, by an industrial saw because I unknowingly spent a summer afternoon in a swimming hole that once hosted a cruel gang of teenagers who pretended to befriend a lonely man with a deformity and subsequently caused him to drown in it by shoving him off the rocks into the water even though they knew he couldn’t swim.
Wow, there’s a lot to unpack there. Cheers mate.
Fat
I work IT in a construction yard and dont like the oil and slurry shit getting on my thighs when I have to fix the internet in the wash bay. Weekends are fair game but I’m a twink not a hunk so the pull off is different.
What exactly do you do on the job? I’m more curious than anything. Doing fiber/Ethernet runs?
This is a special case cause no one listens to me and I document that not listening. But the fuel island terminal needs a wired connection, wireless solutions do not play well. So my company ignores me and buys wireless connectors. They go down. Instead of trenching and running a cable like I tell them, they’ve bought hundreds of feet of Ethernet and every time a truck runs over the Ethernet cable to the fuel island I run out there and make a new one to run. It happens once a week.
Sounds like you got some job security, lol
Because those hunks never survived the movie.
I don’t have a younger sister I have to share clothes with.
