A runner who ditches his T-shirt, pins it on the side of his belt, and runs like a walking ad—red sun burns, scorched-looking skin and all. Pectorals shaved, for maximum “look at this.”
Don’t confuse it with beef jerky: the ultimate age-stage, where the burned skin turns turtle-scale textured and the chest droops with the “gravity finally won” look.
Fabien: “Look at this—camouflage?”
Michael: “No, that’s a beef cake—running shirtless.”
Fabien: “He’ll be a good beef jerky when he gets older.”
Perfect : A runner who ditches his T-shirt, pins it on the side of his belt, and runs like a walking ad—red sun burns, scorched-looking skin and all. Pectorals shaved, for maximum “look at this.”
Don’t confuse it with beef jerky: the ultimate age-stage, where the burned skin turns turtle-scale textured and the chest droops with the “gravity finally won” look.
Fabien: “Look at this — camouflage?”
Michael: “No, that’s a beef cake—running shirtless.”
Fabien: “He’ll be a good beef jerky when he gets older.”
Light pubic hair on fire with hand sanitizer. Then You take frosting freshly scooped from a chocolate cake and clean the anus with it. Then, you rap your dong with bacon and do a reverse clockwise spin while thrusting into her anus. While hitting a banjo with a stick in the middle of a warehouse surrounded by chained platypus with ski masks.
"Did you try the California Beef-Ritual last night?"
"She was impressed by my California Beef-Cake Ritual performance."