I see a guy in just a T-shirt and no coat with biceps so big, you could sit on them and watch the game.
One can’t help but to notice, not just their size, but that it’s 20 degrees out with a wind chill factor of about 10.
He clearly is very proud of his physique to preen this way making me cold just looking at him.
Is he so hot-blooded he can run around this way…or just a vain asshole that will end up in the ER with double pneumonia?
If I had arms that charged admission, I’d cover them up, but then again, I’m a girl from Connecticut, not a Latino boy of 18 with a testosterone count that rivals a hot day in Haiti.
Bet it’s kinda fun.