No man, ever, belongs in skinny jeans. The male equivalent of high-waist shorts. Repulsive in every aspect. Gay in every way imaginable.
Kinda like the time my brother answered his apartment door a few years ago wearing capris, a deep V-neck shirt, and a flat cap, with a man-purse over his shoulder. He said it was the cool look in Argentina (where he was just studying abroad). I said no. No excuses whatsoever. The man-pris and purse BS didn't last very long. I wear bootcut jeans to fit my thighs, but I'm not complaining. Needing my dress shirts to be fitted by a tailor is what gets annoying, with my thick neck and thin waist.
This guy. Whatever it is that makes his mind work the way it does...Jesus fuck. Training for 6-8 hours a day solid. That's...a lot. I'll be curious to see what happens next year. You can't do that forever. Eventually, you break.
Try having a 34" waist and 29-30" thighs. I have to buy a 38" waist just so I can find jeans that fit my legs.
Whoa whoa whoa. I live in jeans and don't have skinny thighs. And my ass isn't even that flat anymore (thanks squats!).
Agreed. How about rolled up pants stolen from Charles Ingalls with suspenders and some kind of lace up boot shoe things? There was a dude at the Braves' game last night dressed like he robbed Michael Landon's closet, except it wasn't a costume. My seats are in near the visiting dugout, and it's a good place to gawk and try to hound players for autographs. When I get there early, it's always filled with (usually) kids trying to do this. Last night, there were all these weird LA fans there. Instead of old school dudes with Steve Garvey jerseys or the usual Mexican and Japanse crowd, there were all these hipster dudes. It was all big rimmed glasses, tiny hats and Izod shirts everywhere.
Naked & Famous are my preferred jeans - they have lots with good stretch in them and are all really plain with zero pocket embellishment. Also 7 For All Mankind and Citizens of Humanity have room for my thighs and minimal design on pockets. Bling butt is the worst butt.
Thankfully others did. It was like 6x6". A satchel can fit a textbook- that thing could hardly fit a paperback. Prove it!
Anyone got a spin on oysters? We're having some at our tailgate tomorrow. Planning on steaming the majority, but the temperature has creeped up from cloudy low 80's to sunny mid 90's. I don't know how many warm oysters I can eat while sweating my ass off. Also any ideas other than a shit load of ice for keeping them cold and alive?
uh. No. It's a toenail or a fingernail? I need to go get my hip flexors attacked by the Airrosti lady but I'm scared. She has strong hands. THIS is bringing me joy.
It's my middle finger. Guess I've been using it too much. This also happened 3 years ago... I think it's a combo of picking at hangnails, washing my hands about 30-40 times a day (I think it dries them out like crazy) and touching a lot of people. Ugh. Mention of any hip flexor work makes me cringe with empathy pain.
Touching strangers creeps me out. Until I started lifting a LOT I didn't have issues with my hips. Now though...Man. I don't want to do this. But I'm going to have to because jeepers it's tight. I stand up and limp for three or four steps before I get myself right.
If TX was on her game, she would've gone back and edited her post. Then Shim would've just randomly said "touching strangers creeps me out" appropos of nothing. Which would've been hilarious.