COLLECTION: Livin’ Large
First, sorry about last week, but what can I say, I’m the busiest man in no business. Between laundry, must see TV and occasional visits to the bathroom, I just didn’t have the time to update. Because of that though, we’re shooting for three new ones in the next seven days. Wish me luck. Tell a friend.
Anyway, remember when I said I went to Russia? I wasn’t kidding. I’d gone hoping to find a bride. A perfect little Russian princess who’d be so charmed by my American ways (and passport) she’d move state-side and start a life with me.
See, here I am dreaming of her Russian charms… her perfectly sculpted Russian hips, thighs, lips and eyes… (sorry, I’m getting carried away I know)
Ready or not, here I come.
St. Petersburg is a beautiful city, I highly recommend it.
I saw this place…
Not that I had any idea what it was…
And I saw this place too…
Again though, not a clue…
And this guy…
And these gates…
Yup, I saw a lot of cool shit.
The one thing I didn’t see though, was ladies.
Well, I saw ‘em one place, but that doesn’t count.
(actually, truth be told, I didn’t even go in here… the club I did go to however was on a boat. I forget the name, but I highly recommend it)
Anyway, the few ladies that I did meet, weren’t all that into me. I couldn’t figure it out, until I met this man…
His name’s Alexander Federov. Nice guy. But he broke some hard news to me—over ice-cream. Told you he was a nice guy…
He said even if I went to one of the flash clubs where all the hot girls are, odds are none of them would talk to me. I’m not living large enough he said.
I showed him my bankroll, but he wasn’t impressed.
He said I was a small-timer… he was living large…
fuck that… time for a flex-off.
First we did the biceps down-low…
Then up high…
He might have taken me with the tricepts…
But over all, I’m going to have to call it a draw… I mean, yeah, he’s Russia’s top bodybuilder and probably flips cars for fun, but he didn’t have the nerve to take his shirt off. Besides, I towered at least an inch above him (two with the hair).
One last note before I say adieu, to you and you and you..
A special thanks to Nitin Vadukul who took the pictures of Alex and I. It’s important to note that Nitin is an incredible photographer, a great man whom one day I hope to be like, and a friend. Thanks Nitin. You can see his work at nitinvadukul.com.
Anyway, remember when I said I went to Russia? I wasn’t kidding. I’d gone hoping to find a bride. A perfect little Russian princess who’d be so charmed by my American ways (and passport) she’d move state-side and start a life with me.
See, here I am dreaming of her Russian charms… her perfectly sculpted Russian hips, thighs, lips and eyes… (sorry, I’m getting carried away I know)
Ready or not, here I come.
St. Petersburg is a beautiful city, I highly recommend it.
I saw this place…
Not that I had any idea what it was…
And I saw this place too…
Again though, not a clue…
And this guy…
And these gates…
Yup, I saw a lot of cool shit.
The one thing I didn’t see though, was ladies.
Well, I saw ‘em one place, but that doesn’t count.
(actually, truth be told, I didn’t even go in here… the club I did go to however was on a boat. I forget the name, but I highly recommend it)
Anyway, the few ladies that I did meet, weren’t all that into me. I couldn’t figure it out, until I met this man…
His name’s Alexander Federov. Nice guy. But he broke some hard news to me—over ice-cream. Told you he was a nice guy…
He said even if I went to one of the flash clubs where all the hot girls are, odds are none of them would talk to me. I’m not living large enough he said.
I showed him my bankroll, but he wasn’t impressed.
He said I was a small-timer… he was living large…
fuck that… time for a flex-off.
First we did the biceps down-low…
Then up high…
He might have taken me with the tricepts…
But over all, I’m going to have to call it a draw… I mean, yeah, he’s Russia’s top bodybuilder and probably flips cars for fun, but he didn’t have the nerve to take his shirt off. Besides, I towered at least an inch above him (two with the hair).
One last note before I say adieu, to you and you and you..
A special thanks to Nitin Vadukul who took the pictures of Alex and I. It’s important to note that Nitin is an incredible photographer, a great man whom one day I hope to be like, and a friend. Thanks Nitin. You can see his work at nitinvadukul.com.
posted by Jakehimself at 9:40 AM
27 Comments:
first poster! I'm sure that dude is nice as nice can be, but those muscles -- uck!
seriously, dude, you are frigging hot. it's ridiculous.
I would sleep with you way before muscle man. You wouldn't even have to come get me from Russia.
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bring on some outrageous fun...not you and some big-muscled small-peniled russian who's probably got the intellect of a box of rocks.
boring snoring.
I'm so glad to see this battle of the bulge taking place on a public level. every night, I've tossed and turned, wondering if I would ever get to see you muscle-off with Russia's premier body builder.
I hear that guy is living large. is he interested in an American bride, I wonder...?
Hmmmm i always thought ice-cream is a big nono for a muscle man.. well, i thought wrong then!
Damn, I need ice cream now!
Yeah...You're way hotter than the Russian guy.
I think you should have both dropped your pants and shown us where the real battle of the bulge lays.. Nothing could beat your sweet cock Jake!
Russian man...not so hot. Bushy haired Jewish guy...oh yeah baby! I'm still shivering and quivering over your D'Angelo pictures...if only the camera angle was just a lil bit lower, I'd never have to watch porn again.
Jake, really, will you marry me? SWF, 24, 34-24-36, perky C, blond, blue-eyed, Boston-ite. Huge APT. One part princess, one part porn-star. You could move here. What more could you want?
i would love to jizz all over russian guy's veiny forearms in the ice cream pics. yum
Holly UNI-BROW!
Seriously, how cheesy is Alexander's watch?
Jake, honey... I would take you over the Russian guy any day. I'm not feeling his unibrow... yuck!
Great pics as always.
I bet you could have kicked his ass lol. Hes probably on steroids too.
Jake, sweetie...I'm begging you. It should read "...who took the pictures of Alex and me." "I" is the nominative pronoun only, practically speaking. It just sets my teeth on edge to see it used in other grammatical positions. Please take it to heart.
Very Funny, the tour of Russia.
Reminds me of the Vaugn Meader Version of the Emmy-Award winning 1962 program (see: http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/T/htmlT/tourofthew/tourofthew.htm) Tour of the White House With Mrs. John F. Kennedy”. Charles Collingwood of CBS News interviews Jackie Kennedy as she takes us on a tour of the White House featuring the history and her plans for restoration. The parody is on the record ( see: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00001ZT1M/002-6694751-8220830?v=glance) The First Family.
Jackie, in the parody, steps in to a room of pictures, identifies the Room, and asked Collingwood if he would like for her to point out the Pictures on the walls of the room. He replies, "Yes", so she starts, "Well, there is this one, that one over there, the one next to it, and that teeny one over there in the corner."
Great Tour of Russia and Great Pictures.
Of course there is the obligatory genuflect to you and your magnificent physical presence. Genuflect is good, because I don’t quite make it to my knees.
Your blog is great. I'd do you over that Russian guy anyday. In case you were interested, here are what the various signs say, in the order they appear:
#1:
Building
Main Admiralty (Maritime Court)
Constructed in the Year 1811
By
Russian Architect
Adriana Zaharova
#2
Church Service
In the Kazan Cathedral
#3
Sports Club
Invites (Offers):
Slender (Shaping Exercise)
Table Tennis
Aerobics
Sauna
Sun Deck
I don't think that was a flash club after all. You probably could have played some really steamy ping-pong though...
Someone please wax the Russian! :)
you didnt have to travel all the way to russia for a bride. you are what i like to call damn sexy. damn. sexy. i may not be the typical asian chick but id be submissive for you ;)
Yeah that photogropher is really good. You should learn from that guy.
Those look like some classic "Before-and-After" shots there.
You're either the BEFORE for this product, or you're the AFTER for this product.
Awesome pictorial!
Hey, interesting blog (I stumbled across it accidentally). You seem to have a lot of anonymous admirers...
only Ron Burgundy could cover a story better
Well, after all the flexing constests, you should have both whipped out your dicks. I bet you would have won that contest. You don't need to go to Russia to find a mate, just come to IOWA. It was nice of that guy to take the photographs and I love the photos on his website, however, these were not so great....but color photographs are hard.
Jake I have to say I am very impressed that you manned up and took the shirt off against The Russian... my only concern is if he is in fact living large then why can't he get his eyebrows taken care of? He doesn't seem to be hairy anywhere else. But over all love your blog keeps me laughing.
I was in Russia in '90. No one looked like muscle man when I was there. And somehow I didn't mind that at all.
Agree with the unibrow posts.
And that you're hotter than he'll ever be any day.
When are you going to stop promising multiple blogs per week? We all know you are a once a week blogger.
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