Wait a second. Now that I study the rest of the picture. He's not really all that rugged, is he? Beard and holey clothes aside, the man is sitting on an afghan his granny crocheted and nothing about him is tussled.
He probably smells girly.
And I bet someone photoshopped a wine glass out of his hand.
Geez.
Still, Horst, call me,
Corky
Corky
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Rolling on the floor!!!!!! Don't "rugged" men wear boxers, not briefs?
Seriously, the tube socks. And I have to say, I never noticed the afghan until you pointed it out. Maybe that's why this pic was on Pinterest - for the crocheting!
And I have to say I noticed neither the tube socks nor the afghan...
The plant, Pam?
Brings to mind the lucky elephants...
It's German so who knows.
Don't give Pam a hard time, Lori. She's probably wondering why his expression is so vacant. I think he may have been the victim in a weed-eater accident. That would explain the strange hole splatter on his sweater, the scrape on his shin and the absent, dazed look on his face.
...and a moose or two...
Sorry to disagree, ladies, but I think this is one of those "when animals attack" photos. Clearly Horst is the victim of some kind of giant reptile-up-the-pants scenario, and he had to strip down in the rescue effort. His clothing got mangled in the tussle, but luckily his hairstyle stayed intact. Who wouldn't have a vacant expression after such an ordeal? The outcome is unclear to me. Either he hasn't yet been saved from the attacker, or he has been but has some residual swelling from his injuries. Lucky for Horst, his granny was on hand to wrap her little sweetie in the afghan she knitted in an effort to calm her nerves as the rescue was unfolding.
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