I am not a manly man. I bench press roughly twelve pounds and drink crystal light. My favorite new artist is Justin Timberlake. Until I waas sixteen, I was often greeted on the phone as “oh, you must be ____'s daughter.”
I have chest hair. But it’s blonde. And starts at my breastbone and extends outwards in a diamond roughly 1.5" in diameter. Here is a picture. I have dubbed this picture “Elliot Aaronson: Boating Enthusiast, Millionaire Extaordinaire”, but that isn’t really relevant.
Currently, the patch is named “The Lion’s Mane”, but I need something more ferocious sounding to pump up my ego. Other options entertained have included “the soul patch” and “Steve.”
I formerly called mine “The Picnic Area”, as in “c’mon sweetie, and have a seat on The Picnic Area” (accompanied be a come hither leer). This name is currently up for grabs if you’re interested.
you can call them Thor’s Pubes. (you need to jump onto a table with your fists at your hips by the way, then yell “ha HA!” in the manliest voice you can muster.)
Longrod von Hugenstein, in case you were wondering.
Omegaman, I believe that is the first time I have been complimented on my nipples. I am simultaneously astounded as to how ignorant I am of the qualities of a good nipple but somehow sure that, yes, they are particularly fine. Thanks.
