today i was eating a nice slab of salmon on a bagel and thinking about how the lox thing was more than adequate compensation for killing jesus when i almost jackson pollacked-it all over my screen. someone else pulled a smartt/chino and found it appropriate to strike a sultry pose on their hideous bedding that could be a ll bean dog bed and show their genitals to all of us. these things come in threes and while just as ponderous as to how they managed to be proud of their underwhelming manhood this dude managed to take the creepiness to the next level with the inclusion of his face.

john garfield doesn't do this despite presumably being of average or above endowment, putting him roughly at twice the size of the offensive parties and without any of the arborial diseases found on chino's dick. while it is pretty fucking silly to flex in your avatar for a bunch of dudes who are mostly/comedically misanthrops---he's never pulled that kind of shit. it's commendable. i worry he may meet an early end by means of starvation if he gets transfixed by a mirror and strikes various poses, venice beach/madonna style when others so deserving of being burned alive for creepy penis hubris continue on. i think any man photographing himself without a woman or clothes should be banned from here out or preferably handcuffed to a utility pole in the middle of the nevada desert with darren james, who we've infected with rabies as well.