So i was at my favourite store yesterday

[MrMuscle]

The mirror store..flexing and posing, looking at myself. *Frondt double biceps* oh yeah baby, *front lat spread* man im pretty. when all of a sudden this hot babe come up to me and says "yes you are" and started making out with me. now, being the nice guy i am, i went along, so that i could please her. after a coupe of minute this guys comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder. i turn around, and its Bouncer. im like

"yeah, can i help you?"

"yes, may i take a picture of you making out with my wife?" he says.

i play it cool and go "sure you can, but take it from my rigt side, cuz thats my most pretty side". so he takes the pic and leaves, a couple of hours later his wife leaves to. so i think nothing more about it.

a couple of weeks go and i bump into Bouncer again. i ask him what the deal with the picture was. he looks at me with you in his eyes and says "oh i just wanted to have a picture of my wife being with a REL man, i have it on my nightstand".

so the point to this story is.irish people are fucked up

VS

 

[BenBen]

Cool story,
If I'll make out with someone else's wife, I'm sure he wont be taking any pictures of me... besides My Wife will probably kill me.
Bye

 

[bouncer]

Sad but true, MM was posing in the isle's, and it's true my wife does like a real man (proper spelling MM). But like all Irish women she considers a beer gut and brewer's droop the sign of a realman and asked me to take some 'sexy' photos of her new beau. Being a nice guy I went along for fun. Now I have the photo on the nightstand to remind me NEVER EAT PIZZA AT BED TIME AGAIN.
My wife now looks so slight and demure alongside MrMuscles ample beer belly.

Bouncer

 

[MrMuscle]

lol hey im bulking aight..and beside, my belly aint THAT big....im dead sexy

 

[Train Harder]

Bouncer your wife was probably as safe as could be with Mr. Muscle. Since he is not wise in the ways of women he probably just sat there and talked with her, so no harm done.(j/k MM)