The last two days have involved me wearing: steel capped boots, safety glasses, hard hat, a high vis vest and lots and lots of mud.
Woof.
My job can be so glamorous.
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4 comments:
That is so hot.
If I were a guy, I'd totally do you.
Of course I'd have to be a gay guy that was really in to The Village People, but still.
I think your mental picture even as a gay guy into the Village people would be a lot better than the reality of it.
You're Michael Jackson's doctor's bodyguard?
And there I was trying to be oblique.
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