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Growing up, your ability to open a well-sealed jar of pickles was a measure of your manliness.
In my household, you were relentlessly taunted as a "pickle-boy" if you were male and could not open a pickle jar unassisted by age 8. By age 10, we all had hair on our chests.
The males in my family have forearms like redwood trunks.
Interesting that you look at each others chests and forearms so much
"Taking an active interest in making sure the young males in your family develop healthily is gay, goyim- I mean, fellow White poal user."
Interesting that you immediately associate strong male arms and hairy chests with sexuality. That's where your mind went, you kike faggots love to project your weird fetishes.
Just make sure to envy my Popeye-the-Sailor-Man forearms and bear-like chest from a distance, or I'll fucking send you to the moon. Hell, maybe I'd even let CometJunior do it. My son is a killer- pickle jars open themselves when they see him, for fear of being crushed to glass dust in his iron Aryan grip.
Tremble in fear, kike.
The males in my family have forearms like redwood trunks. - from vigorous lumberjacking.
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