JMBS
With your jeep and you both having your tops down (as in your avi), is traffic not at a standstill with everyone checkin' you out, boy? Ever think maybe you're the problem, you stud muffin? ;) [edit] Oops, almost forgot: "No homo" :)
And who stole my Kmart bench set? The description is spot on!
I'm still waiting for chicks to congregate around me and paw at my studliness like they always did in those Charles Atlas ads, or those vintage shots of Arnold and his buddies surrounded by beach bunnies -you know the ones: there's always some pencil-necked bookworm in the background cleaning the sand out of his glasses, looking all dejected for being such a GEEEEEEEERLY MAN!
Aaaahhhh... memories.
But you know how it is. Every time you think you've got it nailed, you finally look like someone who SHOULD be driving his Jeep shirtless with the top down, you get out on the road, and BAM! JAY FREAKIN' CUTLER passes you in HIS Jeep, lookin' all "HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA! NICE TRY, VEGGIE MAN!!! THIS is how it's DONE!"
And then, the next thing you know, all your beach bunnies are checking Jay out and you try to distract them by conspicuously flexing as you adjust the rear view mirror, but to no avail...
DRAT!!!
Same thing happens in the gym. You're in the middle of a set of inclined DB Presses, you realize that -for once- you're the only guy in the free weight section with 7% body fat, your delts and pecs are exploding all over the place, dudes are shooting you envious little darts outta the corner of their eye, and chicks are doing eyebrow-raising double takes. Everything is going your way...
...and BAM! JAY FREAKIN' CUTLER plops his big steroid-enhanced ass right down next to you and starts busting out 700 lb preacher curls!
{sigh...}
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