Manorexia is bad Um K

The pressure to look like a male model is driving more men to develop dangerous eating disorders, experts warned today.
GPs have been warned to be on the lookout for the potentially fatal conditions, which include anorexia and bulimia, after a rise in the number of those affected.

Men may be reluctant to admit they have a problem as the issue has until now been seen as something affecting mainly teenage girls.
Medical experts blame the surge on an obsession


NHS figures have shown a 66 per cent increase in hospital admissions in England for male eating disorders over the last decade.


A spokesman for the charity beat said the rise could be attributed to the struggle to attain a 'perfect' body shape.

She said: 'Sufferers can become obsessed with their weight or they can obsess over exercise and with how many calories they are eating.


Look at this bullshit. You've gotta be jockin' my D with this manorexia hysteria. Like I'm suppose to be jealous of some pumpkin pie hair cutted freak strolling down the runway like the squirrel master just ate a jar of nutella from their seriously loose butt hole? Not Tobys, no ways. Never in my life have I ever looked in the mirror dreaming of being....well...um...is Ron Jeremy considered a male model, if thats the case I may have to reconsider.

But in all seriousness I can respect a good looking dude when I see one...Brads Pitts straight smoke, Jean Claude Vandamme circa 1995 getting it done, and Marios Lopez circa 1995 and present I might pitch a tent. I guarantee you don't get Lopez's pecks by skipping a meal here or there, or Vandamme's Arms by ordering a chicken ceasar salad, and I guarantee you don't get the total package that is Brads Pitts by joining Jennys Craigs. So next time you see this guy I'll be rounding my usual Carother's Road medley of a taco bell (chicken quesadilla with a soft taco), Wendy's (Double Cheeseburger meal with large coke and Fry), Skyline (three cheese coneys), and hell if I'm feeling real weird I might just stop by Dixie for good measure and scoop up an Alligator. Ask my boy RBG if you even remotely think I'm joking about that order.

PS: Per use I'm seriously def not gay.