I won't bore anyone with ego or rambling bullshit, so I'll keep it simple and sweet. I enjoy a circle of close friends whom have no complaints about my companionship and looks. I don't mistake my confidence for conceit, as I have plenty of knowledge to know the difference between the two. Respect me and I'll respect you -- you dirty bitches.
What can I say about Joe. He's doing the obligatory LEAN against a concrete wall. He's rubbing his head as if he'd rather be rubbing his other head, and he's wearing what looks like long johns. Wearing them nicely I might add... [source]
If these aren't the hottest abs, than I don't know what is. While Tarik displays his six pack of goodness, I'm busy working on my four pack -- patiently waiting for it to become a six pack...
Tarik is fine. He's finer than fine. Words can't express how I feel about... well... his torso. He's definitely a hot one. All you fat, chips eatin' couch potatoes take note. See what a bit of workingout can do? If only Terrorists looked like this...
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