I woke up this morning and thought to myself, “Hey, I want some soup for dinner.”
This isn’t your mama’s soup, son. This is man soup. Nothing but meat and taters and testosterone. Makes me want to rip my shirt open, show my chest hair, and give an atomic elbow drop to hipsters and metrosexuality.
Feels good to be a man.
Looks delish Mr. Man!
It was! Made too much though. Need more friends to share it with!