Ah, I see. First, it was "Nobody messes with my mom. Josh is dead. This is not a joke. I will not rest until I get him..."
But, as soon as an opportunity comes for him to wear a thong and flex his muscle in front of a bunch of strangers and schmoes, "Mom" is quickly forgotten.
What a man. What a son.
The lure of wielding a sword whilst clad in a thong is a powerful attraction.
The scent of pro tan bronzer is strong in this one.
BHanks is on a quest to pose his oiled glutes in front of 10's of half-awake fans on Saturday night.

On a serious note, I get some fleeting nostalgia from my own days in the flexing thong.
Then I remember the long days , sitting around in caked on pro tan, dehydrated , hungry and no shower for 2 days, etc.
You suck it up and eek a decent pump to do the prejudging and feel drained.
Then you get to wait around feeling like shit to pose in front of bored "fans".
You're hoping to get a cheap trophy or costume store sword, etc.
I was crazy for bodybuilding most of my adult life.
Now, I swear , I wonder what the fuk I was thinking
