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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