A man.
I don't care if a person is as handsome as some pop star, I don't care if he has the musculature of Atlas and has a body as well-defined as the Oxford Dictionary. I don't care if that person can lift 300-pounds, if he's as fast as a cheetah, if he can charm the stars out of the sky with his gilded tongue.
If that person hurts other people with his selfish actions, and refuses to take responsibility for them, if that person refuses to grow up and look beyond his own childish desires, he's not a man. He is a fucking steaming pile of horse shit.
And if that's the case, then there's very few grown-up men in the world, and there's a loootttt of horse shit. And it stinks.
If that person hurts other people with his selfish actions, and refuses to take responsibility for them, if that person refuses to grow up and look beyond his own childish desires, he's not a man. He is a fucking steaming pile of horse shit.
And if that's the case, then there's very few grown-up men in the world, and there's a loootttt of horse shit. And it stinks.