Red Meat
Nothing’s more tough than eating red meat, RAW. I highly question any man’s sexuality (and gender) if he orders a steak cooked more than Medium Rare.
When people in San Fransisco aren’t busy driving their “hybrids” and “having gay sex,” they are most likely ordering a steak cooked well done (if they still are cool enough to eat red meat). The ideal steak for a heterosexual male should look like this:
At a cookout this weekend, I ate a steak so rare that people within a 3 block vicinity got E. Coli. The smell of blood literally stung the nostrils. As I chewed the purple-ish blue meat, a girl’s panties actually melted off her body due to the epic display of manliness. It truly trumped the fine display above, looking somewhat like this:
