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She’s got the technique down and likes meat. What’s not to love?
Ngl, that works for me
I’ve met and am related to traditional girls … you don’t mess with them because even when they look pretty, petite and weak, they’re also able to throw a punch like a man, and beat the crap out of you if you cross them. Most traditional indigenous people have rough lives while also knowing how to live and survive on the land. You don’t want to mess with them.
Tough natives is redundant.
The Jims are such fucking beauties
Fuckin’ beauts, b’ys
Like how some of the strongest people in the world just look like normal folks that you’d see down at the local gas station. Practical muscles at rest often are not very showy, but will absolutely fuck you up.
I knew a guy who looked like a fat slob but was employed as a groundskeeper. Hands like stone, a grip that could crush an unopened can of beer, and he could pick up a hundred pounds like it was nothing.
If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought he was a troll.
One girlfriend I was with when I was a teen was a semi-traditional girl … her mother was traditional and her father was a ‘city indian’. She was shorter than me, small and tough. I’m a big guy and I made the dumb assumption that I was just naturally stronger than her … and I probably was in some ways but not all ways. She would challenge me to a finger grip match … the thing you do where you interlock your fingers on both hands and try to twist the other person’s hands. As much as I wanted to and I was pretty strong and could definitely lift more than she could, her grip strength was like vices … I never beat her. She laughed at me lots of times while I begged on my knees to be let go.
I also knew a few old time trappers and hunters years ago when I was younger who looked like little short men who couldn’t lift much. I routinely saw them hoist a 60/70 hp outboard motor that weigh about 200 lbs on their shoulders and carry it down to the water to install on their boat. On one trip into the woods years ago, we were with one of these short guys and we had loaded a full 45 gallon drum of fuel onto a sled in the winter time. Loading it was easy but at camp, the drum had to be moved from the sled to a storehouse. The guy leveraged the barrel off the sled, hoisted it on their back and carried it 10 feet onto solid ground so that we could move it. I couldn’t believe it and neither could my dad who had seen lots of men carry stuff before. A full drum of fuel like that weighs about 600 lbs!
Apparently, it wasn’t unusual for them a generation ago. Boats, aircraft, trailers were all loaded and unloaded by hand and men routinely were tasked with carrying heavy loads of 100 - 200 - 300 lbs on their backs. All this done not just on solid concrete or even gravel … but in sand, mud, mushkeg and swamp!
You just described a Mississippi girl. They can strap on a ball gown, pistol belt, tool belt, whatever, and rock out, with makeup.
I need a woman with a tattooed chin who can clean a whale carcass. And that’s why you will NEVER take Greenland.
Actually I might invade Nunavut.
That’s hot ngl
What are those newfangled things on your shirt? I see kids wearing them all the time now. They look weak, and silly!
Leather lacing was good enough for my dad, and it’s good enough for me. This new shirt bling thing is just a fad; it’ll never catch on.
Oh look at you with your fancy tanned leather. Too good for pelts are you?
Oh, you’re one of those kids who hiked north and needs clothes now?
The savannah was good enough for us for millions of years, it’s good enough for us now.
Grog want wife help hunt, help make hut, help find fruit. Grog not want wife no good at this.
This reminds me of my wife! The dating profile picture that got me interested was very similar to this one. Instead of a drumstick, she was biting a deer tongue she had taken from her first solo hunt. Friday marks our ten year anniversary and I could not be happier with this kind of trad wife.
