Showing posts with label overshare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label overshare. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Thinking of experimenting with beachware this summer


I'm thinking I might try to make Speedos happen, but in real world settings, like public pools and beaches. Everybody's always wearing boardshorts because they are a staple at this point. Most dudes do not want to be caught at the beach in anything else. The newest thing, I'm pretty sure, is shorter-than-normal board shorts. Newest thing = acceptable. 

I just think maybe I need to take it up a notch and rock the mankini once the weather breaks completely. Thinking I might be into that shit, you know? What's the point of working out if you can't throw it in everyone's face, forcing other males to question their own feelings as you strut down the boardwalk? Right? Anyway, I'm pricing some right now. Or am I?

Monday, March 9, 2009

An overshare: Fitness


You ever start working out, and it's basically in that lazy way that assuages the guilt of a gluttonous and empty existence, and that only beneifits you in a way that you can notice, or, like, you're sig other who doesn't work out? Well, did you come across this picture, of this guy right here, and then it pushed you to work harder while you're still basically young, and could actually acheive this? Cuz it would help, if like, that were to happen to you.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Cyber monday overshare: the smokening

I quit smokening oneth the gonj today. I'm at work and wouldn't have done so by now anyway, but the quit is there, when it finally comes up. This is probably bs, as some people I only hang out with for this reason, and will have to just become alcoholics with them in order to sustain the friendships. Whatever, I'll probably talk about this later, as it's not like I'll be stoned or anything.

Pip pip!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Holiday overshare: Wrestling


I often feel really, really bad posting images on this site and making that be all there is to the post. But this is our first holiday together (this site is like 3 weeks old, you see) and since the holidays are about indulging in revenge fantasies against your parents for turning you into a hollow blob incapable of loving himself or others, from which children cower, why not also make it a time to indulge in some things that have been on your mind. For me, one of those things has been wrestling, and how smelly guys can be, yet how nobody ever has that complaint about wrestling. Spreading herpes, sure--but not being smelly. Go figure. Whatever, the point is, one of my friends used to wrestle in high school, and he still keeps tabs, and he's not totally h-phobic or anything (he is MY friend), I think he would be annoyed if I pointed out the inherent erotica of traditional wrestling (not that WWE shit).