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Hey, where are these women that wear makeup, anyway?
My exwife never wore the stuff. Lengthy stint with girlfriend before that never wore the stuff.
Dunno, maybe I'm dating the women's lib totem pole or something.
Running is hot. Nothing better than the doing of the sex after the doing of the running.
(sigh)
What are men's magazines, anyway? Playboy? Pfft. This MEN'S HEALTH crap is just the male version of cosmo. "GET SIX PACK ABS" "LOSE THAT GUT" Blah-blah. Real men are happy with their beer guts and huge forearms. My brother is the epitome of manly. He has a tattoo on his neck. He fixes vehicles for a living. He wrestles his dogs. He drinks domestic beer.
Disclaimer: I'm a tofu-eating hippie.
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