Not very bright are you!

After 3 years of childhood judo I didn't get my green belt, but I tried very hard. At least my abs were developing at a young age. Later in middle school I threw the bully of the school to end a fist fight. That turned me into some kind of hero, but did nothing for my abs.

In perfect shoes, for feet I love, I move with passion, erasing a world of inaction, going the distance, me, always human, pushing past limits to break sky open, hearts wide, no troubles for a while, the ebbing tide, people wanting snow balls, drinking bottled water, pop songs, and meeting spots for everyone.

My Pecks and Abs are in perfect harmony today as the handsome contest begins!

The letter f to be removed from the English language for obvious reasons.

How good is abstract math. It is not bad. Not bad at all.

No eye phones in butt please, this is a polite society.

Fear and wooing.

Electric, thats me.

I prefer a world where the word love wasn't thrown around so much. How about some tenderness. A little bit of radiance for the evening. Before the dancing.

Everytime I focused on my abs a six pack of beer would appear. I would become popular. Women would want me, and men would want to become women. It is a tricky business being me.