h.g.m
men with so much hair it looks like a forest and they like men more than anything else, even their mom.
My neighbor is an H. G. M. He walks around in the park with a goat.
I tried to talk to an H. G. M. and he just stared at me and said, 'You're not my type.'
My dad says H. G. M. s are the reason why the world is going to end.