Walking home from the pickle store this morning, Moe and I were behind this skinny jeans, retro Mets jacket, no-sock-wearing broseph.  Dude checked himself out in EVERY single reflective surface he passed.  Every. Single. One.  

I have to wonder when he jerks off does he think of himself, or does he imagine having a twin so he can literally fuck himself?

Walking home from the pickle store this morning, Moe and I were behind this skinny jeans, retro Mets jacket, no-sock-wearing broseph. Dude checked himself out in EVERY single reflective surface he passed. Every. Single. One.

I have to wonder when he jerks off does he think of himself, or does he imagine having a twin so he can literally fuck himself?