1) I am tired of bailing you out of jail.
Seriously, put down the cinderblocks, I realize you like to be all sweaty, and meaty, and desirable and crap like that - but we live in a SOCIETY, and if you say, walk into a grocery store holding cinder blocks, they - rightly think the worst of you. Also, perhaps you might care to read a "No SHIRT, No shoes no service" sign before clumsily pawing at the doors trying to get in with cinder/hands.
2) Sweaty, all the freak'n time.
There is keeping fit, and then there is deliberately being gross and sweaty all the time. I remember when you used to carry around bricks, and boy was I impressed when you finally moved up to heavy blocks - but seriously, you're so slick I don't even bother getting in the mood anymore.
Yeah, you heard me, I like a man who knows how to dress up from time to time. That includes putting a shirt on, the weathers getting colder so the envious stares I used to get hugging your arm as we went down the street are turning to perked eyebrows and "How nice she's spending time with that man of slow intellect" NO, Put on a DAMN shirt, throw on a TIE, take me to a FANCY PLACE that isn't letting you in because they think you'll club them with cinder blocks.
4) Random photographs!
HEY, YOU, I don't want to browsing the internet and to see your naked man tits posted on some website! Also, you don't look happy and I KNOW WHAT DAY THAT WAS, because I picked out your jeans! And after all the crazy sex you were like "Oh, I'll be happy all day now" WELL PICTURES TELL A DIFFERENT STORY DON'T THEY!?
You know what, I'm tired of listing stuff - what's your term again? OH RIGHT.