Aesthetically, I have always been on the borderline. I am not such an ugly bastard that there is no point trying to look nice, but nor am I one of those handsome blokes who looks great whatever. I have a face that, if I have a tan, no hangover, am not more than a stone overweight and have a half-decent haircut (which is then styled up in the mirror with whatever branded sticky shit comes to hand) can be quite good-looking enough for the skanky milieu in which I move.
But then I got old. Got slack, baggy, tired, sad. Got children. And now, even at my target weight, a couple of weeks sober and nicely tanned, I need help.
just go and read the whole thing!
There are three questions a gentleman never asks another gentleman: 1) How big is your cock? 2) Have you ever wanked over my wife? 3) Who does your hair?
Look at this precious human being, though. Look at him!