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HNT #24

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Bigfoot. The Loch Ness Monster. A shooting star. My butt crack.
Things you rarely see.
Not because I’m a top.
Because I’m a painter. Not a plumber.

HNT #23

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

This is my typical blogging attire.  That’s right.  I always wear socks when I’m blogging.
I never mention my lower limbs much. (Well, two of them, anyway).  Other than being long they are pretty average.  And they really aren’t all that long for somebody 6′-3″.  Most of my height is in my torso. The attorney is [...]

HNT #22

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

Fuzzy-wuzzy, not much hair. Fuzzy-wuzzy not a bear.
Nor even a cub, for that matter.
Even if I was more fuzzy, I still wouldn’t have the bulk. What do you call a furry stick?
Anyway, other than my head, my chin, and my package, this is the most dense area of hair on my body.
None [...]

HNT #21

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

Eye-to-hand. Hand-to-eye.
Whichever you call it, mine its pretty good. Mostly.
I can hit or catch a ball without much trouble. I can put one through a hoop fairly easily, too. And I think it’s why I can paint trim without tape.
I even once killed a mouse by hurling a hardback book at it.
It [...]

HNT #20

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

Last HNT, Steven at Human Nature and I posted similar images with similar themes without each other knowing it. He told me that this week he was going to post a crotch shot and sort of challenged me to do the same. I wasn’t going to at first, because I know some of you [...]

HNT #19

Thursday, February 28th, 2008

You know that old phrase:
“He’s so skinny that if he turned sideways, he’d disappear”
Lucky for me that I have something that stands out enough in profile that you still know I’m there.

HNT #18

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

The FBI has started putting images of missing gay men on milk cartons. To make them easier to find, they are using pictures of the backs of their heads.
That’s an old joke I remember from around about high school. It still makes me chuckle.
I guess if I turned up missing (that’s an oxymoron, [...]