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“My man.” “My man.” (In unison) “Hurrah”
“What are we doing today?”
“We’re going hunting. Because we’re men. Because we like to do it. Stop being a bitch”
I can only tell if men are friends if they share a bicep-flexed hand clasp.
You son of a bitch! 🤝💪
They need to shoulder bump too, otherwise they could just be former colleagues or perhaps two men who met for the first time yesterday.
Maybe an ass-tap just to be certain. A chest smooch couldn’t hurt either.
And a solemn nod that sums up everything they both experienced in the 10 years since they last saw each other.
“My man.” “My man.” (In unison) “Hurrah”
“What are we doing today?”
“We’re going hunting. Because we’re men. Because we like to do it. Stop being a bitch”