lyingflatlander
Lil-Rokslider
I use to work out at the local Y for damn near a decade. There was a guy there that was a brick shithouse. Chiseled like a drafthorse and had the face and jaw line of a guy named Magnus straight out of the Bolshevik revolution. He worked out there for years, never talked to him as he always had a serious look on his face. In my mind I pictured him saying, “let me man handle your wife…” Nope sorry, we’re good Magnus. So fast forward, I’m at this local bar and I hear a feminine male voice behind me say, “do you want another” to some other dude. To my shock and amazement, it was that guy. It was at that very moment I realized that I was no longer afraid he was going to man handle my wife.
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