So yesterday we went to a barbecue to celebrate my girlfriend’s friend’s birthday. On the way there, my girlfriend FORBADE me from taking off my shirt because whenever I go and take it off, something always happens. The thing is, I was eating and one of her “friends” knocked over the red wine on the table (supposedly by accident), and it spilled all over my shirt. I think the only person at the gathering who didn’t want me to take off my shirt was my girlfriend because I noticed that hers were the only eyes that weren’t glazed over. As soon as I saw my shirt was soaked, I knew what I had to do, but then I remembered what my girlfriend had told me on the way there, so I stayed frozen. They started PRESSURING me to take off my shirt, I looked at my girlfriend and she nodded, so without thinking twice I took off my shirt, knowing there would be trouble—especially considering that just an hour earlier I’d been doing upper body exercises at the gym. I hadn’t even finished taking it off when one of her friends swallowed hard, as if in pleasure, which made my girlfriend angry. Do you think that’s a good enough reason for my girlfriend to get so mad?
Your gf sucks
>>534675469Shit that never happenedGo blogpost at some faggot forum.
Ban frogposting.
>>534675469iktf
>>534675469Bro I know what you mean, I had the same problem. It's about mentality. I think of my well sculpted, Adonis body, as a weapon of mass climax. It's a heavy burden to carry. So to prevent that, it's best to keep it for the gym bros and gf.
>>534675469This is OP btw
>>534675469shoot yourself you date fags
>>534675469you’re supposed to do this to reap jealousy sex, retard
>>534675469>—That's very interesting. Now give me a buttermilk biscuit recipe.
>>534677648honestly the face bothers me more than the body
>>534677852It's a Muslim jeet called Humza squatting in Spain. Jeets love ChatGPT.
