#averagejoe

[dragonsanctuarybylyana]

Chilling with Average Joe. We are planning on enjoying our hot drinks, our Snacks, and he hopes that I will be inspired to draw something. Maybe a Dragon, or another picture of him?

[typical-white-boy16]

The best days are the ones where you don’t have to do anything ✌🏻 #dayoff #stayingin #gay #gayguy #arms #dadbod #averagejoe https://www.instagram.com/p/CWJt2irMIN6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ahhh-h]

I just want to make an early 2000s YouTube show

Is that so hard to ask?

[surviving-sin-city]

I'm not one for mirror selfies. Mainly due to body image issues. But today was definitely a hard earned sweat session! #fitness #fitnessmotivation #averagejoe #regularguy #ificandoitanyonecan #onedayatatime

[chopperchrash]

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[devilwithfr1end]

Everyday they suppress the somethingness of their actions that molded them into what was dreamed of, self-inflicted deplorable alienation, directly linking to foreseen death of the protagonist.

Suppression of the mind, driving the red dagger back into the pinkish segment, billowing it out once more. The nothingness of the future expands its way up to far regions of the consciousness, no longer forgotten by the antagonist; they stop.

Reconstruction is in order. Creases involuntarily contract and fuse but never again will lay as they once did in their entirety. In time, the present arrives without notice; rewind.

[mericanboyz]

Rob’s favorite restaurant was probably the one in Sam’s Club, since it had its share of hot dogs, wings, and Pizza alongside soda and icees. And the best part? A place for him and his buds to chill out while the ladies went shoppin. Yep, Sam’s really was a super store, the perfect place to lounge and eat before it was time to head back to the car with all the groceries.

[mericanboyz]

The storefront at the end of the Rolling Acres plaza was completely forgotten until Joe and Darren came along to clean and help set up some of the old store. The inside was dusty and a bit cluttered but nothing too outrageous for the contracted pair. While Joe got busy unloading the boxes full of displays and advertisements, Darren’s job was to clean the clutter and trash left behind by the previous owners and occasional vagrants.

The trash left behind by the previous owners was a bit more baffling than any piss bottle or skidded undie left by a vagrant. “Tch, no wonder this store went so under” said Darren as he squatted down to inspect the NO MORE BUTTCRACKS advertisement from the old clothing store, which almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head. While the sign did help bring Darren’s attention to his own chunky backside which was slipping out of his pants and starting to slip a bit out of his underwear to moon Joe, whose own pants started to slip a bit as he worked to get the crate off the dolly. It was just an insulting ad-campaign pure and simple, maybe it would have worked much better out in the city, but out in the Rolling Acres, men dress for comfort sake and clothing for the stuffy suits of the world wasn’t what caught anybody’s eye. “Yo Darren, come over here and help unpack these!”

Darren and Joe got to work unwrapping the crate that would be full of advertisements that would be hung from the store’s ceiling as well as in the windows and behind the counter. It took a minute because of how wrapped up it was, but eventually they took the plastic off and grabbed a crowbar to pop the lid off the top. As Darren reached in for an advertisement off the top he smiled, “Ah hell yea!” exclaimed Darren. Joe nodded “Finally a store that gets it. Definitely checking back here once it’s open.”