I hate men with small penises. You know who I’m talking about. Men who drive expensive sports cars, who hire hookers, or if they can find their own dates, go for big tits and small minds. Men who smoke cigars, play poker, cheat on their wives. No matter how high their golf handicaps, they play from the tips and they play for big money. They never, ever play golf with women or in co-ed tournaments. They have never changed a diaper, gone to the grocery store or made dinner for the family. They talk loudly and buy rounds of drinks to impress. These kind of men so disgust me that they have made me jokingly threatened to go lesbian.
And what inspired this rant, you may ask. A guy I saw at the gym today.He flipped on the overhead light as he walked in the gym, even though there were already people happily working out in the natural light. I heard him over the music in my headphones before I ever saw him. He was hollering instructions to his buxom girlfriend as if she had never stepped foot in a gym. When he wasn’t playing Svengali with her, he was showing her how strong he was. He set the weights heavier than he should, sacrificing form for some crazy notion of cave man strength. These kind of guys never re-rack their weights. The guy was wearing a gray wife beater sweatshirt. He was bulked up, his arms sticking out in the way those roid heads’ do. He had acne scars and wavy slick backed hair. Some people might have refered to him as a guys guy. I would just call him a prick.
When Rick picked me up from the gym, I told him that I had seen a man who had inspired me to write a blog entitled, “Small Penises”. He said, “I saw him, gray cut off sweatshirt”. I said, “that would be correct.”
When Rick picked me up from the gym, I told him that I had seen a man who had inspired me to write a blog entitled, “Small Penises”. He said, “I saw him, gray cut off sweatshirt”. I said, “that would be correct.”
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