Originally Posted by Bladewire

Bullshit.

If you guys were all drinking by the window at a bar and the infamous I. Jones walked past you'd all be tripping over yourselves to be first out the door to observe the gate of his walk, you'd be wispering to each other comparing opinions on everything from the strength of his broad shoulders to the muscle tone of his thighs and the estimated power of his kicking ability. You'd quietly follow him in amazement of his smooth walk, carefree confidence and shocking ability to get a glance from any passing female by simply flashing his glimmering smile, quickly disarming even the most circumspect of the species. If you guys were at the gym and I. Jones left his underwear on the bench while he showered you'd all goto blows over who got to sniff them first and Escorpio would draw blood to bury his nose in those briefs breathing in that exotic scent simply known as BM. You guys are obsessed.