December 2009
8 posts
The kind of guys I like
ickynicky:
look like men, bc they are men. No boys for me thanks. I like big brawny motherfuckers. Not chiseled, not like they work out all the time and count carbs and bullshit. Brawny like they are just that way from doing manly shit all the time. Like physical labor. That’s the shit I want. I don’t care if his belly’s a little soft. It’s soft bc he eats the shit I cook for him, like...
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