I Paint My Manfriend's Toes And He Likes It

And he has no idea that I'm writing this! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY JOB, BRAYDEN.
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And he has no idea that I'm writing this! YOU KNOW THIS IS MY JOB, BRAYDEN.

"OOH! THAT WAS A FOUL. Where is my flair nail?" Brayden was watching game 5 of the NBA finals as I shook up a bottle of Matte Finish topcoat.

"The Nike signs are your flair nails. I swear to god, if you keep moving, I'm going to f***ing murder you."

The dots are reminiscent of basketball leather. DO YOU NOT AGREE?

The dots are reminiscent of basketball leather. DO YOU NOT AGREE?

He says it's embarrassing, but he literally begged for another toe job after the first started to chip. It's a damn shame that he doesn't own sandals.

A wise philosopher once said, "I don't paint my nails because I'm gay, I paint my nails because I'm cool." Brayden is the coolest dude ever in totality. Also Tynan said that. 

A wise philosopher once said, "I don't paint my nails because I'm gay, I paint my nails because I'm cool." Brayden is the coolest dude ever in totality. Also Tynan said that. 

The background to the leaf-patterned nails is FACE Stockholm's ultra-sick Holographic Nail Polish in Thea. You need to know about these--my favorite is the pink Aphrodite.

His monstrous nailbeds are the perfect canvas for practicing my nail art game, and a great opportunity to try out the gangload of polish I've collected over the past couple of months. Are the dudes you know nearly as cool?

By the way, jerk totally smudged the swoops because I also taught him some yoga.

"Child's play is my favorite!" It's child's pose.