Sunday, April 14, 2013

M for MMA


M is for MMA.  Mixed Martial Arts.  Men’s Marvelous Abs. Money Making Aggression.  Magnificent Muscle Action.  Call it what you want.  For some strange reason, I LOVE me some MMA. There is something about two men in tight shorts rolling around...that is sizzling hot.  

I never watched MMA until the Chief came along.  He opened my eyes to a whole new kind of mommy porn. I am not an aggressive person.  The first time Chief took me to a hockey game, I was stunned.  When those players threw off their helmets and starting pummeling each other, I looked at the Chief desperately searching for an explanation.  He told me that is why hockey is exciting.  I was shocked that they allowed a fight on ice like that in front of the crowd...in front of children.  

Not long after, I was introduced to my first MMA fight.  I was hooked.  All the sweat and tightness.  YUM.  What woman would pass up watching that beauty?  Nice bodies, sweating, rolling around.  It doesn’t get better than that.  Maybe I am weird.  I like a little testosterone and bulging biceps.  Yowza!  That’s like the cherry on top of the ice cream.  Hotness. 

Here is a few pictures for you to sit on before bedtime.  

I hope you step on a Lego tonight, dip shit.
Holy crap, Dude!  What did you eat for dinner?

From the guy in the corner: I wish I were a real boy...

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