George sometimes grows a beard, he says its when he is feeling manly.
"Or not manly?" I ask.
"Nah, when I'm not feeling manly I go jog around the tan in a specific pair of old, small, red shorts. The chicks can get enough of me in those."
Matthew is getting half a woody in this shot, as I am whispering things to him as I take the photo. He really has a very nice one. Thick and fat, and solid in your hand.
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