Can you smell it? I don’t care if you insist on billing yourself by the sissiest name in American, Dwayne Johnson, you’ll always be the Brahma Bull to me.
Back when we were freshman in college, Katie decorated our kitchen with posters of The Rock from WWF magazine. (It was still WWF back then.) I used to stare at those enormous man-nipples every time I made Ramen (or tried to locate the bread and/or pickles…) Last night I was pleased to see that they’re still as erect as ever. Go Dwayne.