HNT #25
Last week for HNT, Atari_Age showed off his worked out triceps, but questioned why go through all the effort if you only see the results when you purposely flex them. But, they can be pretty noticeable...
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The 26th HNT. It would be the mid-way point if I was to do a year’s worth of them (which I won’t because I close up shop in September.) So this is the mid-way point of me. I never really realized I...
View ArticleHNT #27
I haven’t been posting much lately. I’m not sure why. If it weren’t for HNT, I might not be at all. Maybe it’s because the well is dry. Or maybe it’s because it’s spring. Maybe it’s just that I am...
View ArticleHNT #28
If i had a hammer…I’d be like the dude on the baking soda box. Sort of. I don’t bulge as much, though. Not in the bicep. I’m more suited for Charm & Rammer.
View ArticleHNT #29
T.G.I.H.N.T. Thank God it’s Half-Nekkid Thursday. Other wise, I might not have posted anything at all. And I hate it when I leave you guys SOL. BTW, my next post will be #500, That’s an important one....
View ArticleHNT #30
Can’t see London. Can’t see France. Bet you can’t see my underpants, either. Because I’m not wearing any. There’s nothing like banging around in an old pair of shorts now and then in the springtime....
View ArticleHNT #32
If a top pisses in the forest and there’s no one one to drink it, does it make a splash? I have no idea what that even means. Just something silly that popped in my head when I looked at this picture....
View ArticleHNT #33- Belated
Tightie-blackies. I’ve never been one for briefs or for designer underwear. I love them on other people. Or coming off of other people. But not on myself. Generally, to rock briefs (especially skimpy...
View ArticleHNT #34
I’m going to be starting a new job in mid-September, so I’m taking off my blue collar. Sort of. It’s a new position with the same company. But it’s a sort of management position, so I won’t be...
View ArticleThe Last HNT
Checking to make sure it’s still all there. WHEW, it is. Because last night it wasn’t. I got up in the middle of the night and it was gone. All of it. And I wasn’t dreaming. Or having a nightmare....
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