Checking out female bodybuilders is definitely an acquired taste.
It’s right up there with eating Brussels sprouts, licking vagina, and
boinking fat chicks. Some days you’re all in, and on others you’re not
interested in the least. Recently, I’ve been thinking of what it would
be like to actually date a mountain of muscle like this. Would I be
the one making sandwiches? Would she ever let me on top during
intercourse? If she kicked my ass would I even admit it? If you’ve
ever dated a female bodybuilder, I want to hear from you.
There never used to be “wardrobe malfunctions” at sporting events. You know why? Because athletes used to wear clothes from head to toe. Consider the famous running scene in Rocky . The Italian Stallion goes sprinting through the old neighborhood and up the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art in a thick gray sweatsuit. Long sleeves, full-length pants.




















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