In My Expert Subjective Opinion This Photo Is Both Fashion & Art, End Of Discussion

new pance :)

And I thought he couldn’t get hotter

When I finally break bad habits and go to the gym, it’s over for you all!!!

Well I owe you one for helping me out and with Summer coming up I need all the help I can get, you’re hired

Get to work trimming those hedges for me, would ya!

Still looking for people to pick numbers? I’m indecisive and couldn’t pick a number myself so randomly generated a 6. I hope it helps me become more decisive

You're in luck. Your new body is decisive. You have to be when you own your own gardening company and make your own gym routines.

If you ever need someone to help you with work, feel free to turn me into some muscular manual laborer

Never, Good Boy 😘

Good boy 😘

STOP!

I’ll book my plane tickets but I think I’ll be late for the morning 😂

I think I wanna spend all morning in bed- come join me?

Yeehowdy 🤠

Gear on and guns out 💪💜

Guess I lucked out, now I don’t need to stress to find a Halloween costume because a new Spiderman is here to stay

You swap bodies with someone in the last post you liked with a picture. How happy/screwed are you?

Personally, I'm fine with being Beau Butler.

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I’ll take BER 6 if it’s still available, thanks

Torben Hendrik didn't actually intend to open the suitcase. He and his friends from the climate activists only collected the suitcases in order to throw them off a highway bridge in a joint action and thus block the access to the airport. But the strange signs on the suitcase make him curious. Are they Norse runes? Maybe something to do with Icelandic fairies or something. So he opens it. A stench of sweat hits him. And he is horrified. The first thing he recognizes are T-shirts with logos like the ones he knows from hooligans and neo-Nazis. He immediately closes the suitcase again. It really belongs on the highway.

On his way to the subway, Torben Hendrik passes a hairdresser. The long curls suddenly annoy him insanely. He takes a look inside the store. Although it's still very early, someone already seems to be there. Maybe this is his chance. The barber asks what he wants. Torben says never mind, the main thing is short. "Okay," answers the hairdresser and gets the long hair clippers. Not five minutes later, Torben sits there and looks in the mirror in horror. What devil has gotten into him? The barber doesn't care and soaps his skull. By the time he's finished shaving, Wotan has calmed down a bit. So at least you can see his "Oi Mate" written in gothic letters on the back of his neck again.

When the barber takes the cape away, you are ashamed of your silly clothes. Actually, you don't want to go out on the street like that anymore. What if your comrades see you like this? You ask the hairdresser if you can change somewhere here. You have your suitcase with you. When you come out of the back room, the store looks completely different. Grafitti and posters of boxing matches on the walls. Stickers from the Herta ultras on the mirrors.

The barber is a comrade. You would have now damn desire to ram the horny skinhead your cock in the ass. But you have no time for it today. He wears Domestos jeans like you. With white suspenders. And with white laces in the 20-hole DocMartens. Clearly also more your taste . But for what you and the comrades are up to today, combat boots are more suitable.

Meeting is in the bushes near the highway bridge, where the leftist rabble supposedly wants to meet right away. Damn do-gooders. So the world does not become better. And a climatic change invented nevertheless only the damned lying press!