No, not together thankfully. hehehe. This past Saturday my blogger buddy Shawn drug me out for the Bear Crawl. I didn’t even know what it was. It happens a few times a year. Basically, a huge group of guys (like almost 100) get together and go bar to bar every 30 minutes. I didn’t join in till much later in the evening however, I had a good time. And it’s official, I’m a bear. I didn’t realize it was so easy to join. All I had to do was have facial hair along w/my happy trail and light patch of chest fuzz. As seen from my pic here. Who knew?
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In more shallow news, why is it old men always were really baggy or tight underwear? Always one extreme or the other? I saw this older guy today, probably in his mid 60’s, lean and tall. He had on a pair of skin tight bikini cut bright aqua blue undies that looked ridiculous. Even the older guy next to me had a smirk on his face. People, I know fashion sense is shallow in the grand scheme of things. That said, take a moment to look at yourself before you walk out your door in the morning. Please, I beg you, stop torturing the rest of us and dress your damn age. /rant
oops…I put the comment that should have gone here in the previous post. That’s what i get for reading through to catch up and THEN commenting. I’m a dumb-ass.
Nice happy trail… and now I think I can qualify for a Bear Crawl, if I don’t manscape for a week or so… must plan ahead for these things.. oh wait, nothing like that would ever happen in richmond, va
Woof….that’s a great pic, Moby. You’ve got just the right about of fur. 😉
I agree 100% with you about the underwear.
Very nice. I am sure you could join any club you want.
Old fags should just sit home until they die and ugly young ones should only come out in public on Halloween.
(In case you missed it, I’m being sarcastic)
Well, as you get older you’ll realize that the ass is the first thing to go. It’s called gravity. Of course nothing is grosser than seeing the 75-year-old on Waikiki with an affection for a bath suit that resembles butt floss.
Mucho sexy!
My friend David told me last year while I was visiting him that i was unequivicoly (sp…i’m sure) a ‘bear’. I never thought of myself that way before. Not really.
Somewhere down the line, bear got moved from larger featured, hairy men to just downright overweight men. I think the term might be going back to the original iteration.
I’m hoping that’s what David meant – and not just calling me ‘fat’.
I am so guilty of this. My preferred underwear is the so-called “mankini” style. At least they are not baggy.