Thursday, May 22nd, 2008...1:47 am
My Muscles

My muscles are like words in the Oxford English Dictionary: well-defined.
My muscles are like Finland’s wireless telephone infrastructure: well-developed.
My muscles are like the national debt: enormous and owed partially to China.
My muscles are like rocks: the word “muscles” has both a “c” and an “s” in it.
My muscles are like my guns: I call them “my guns”.
My muscles are like holes underneath the walls of a prison: sometimes chicks dig them.
My muscles are like holes underneath the walls of a prison: but more often guys dig them.
My muscles are like cobras: why the hell does everyone think I’m gay?
My muscles are like molten lava: I’m not gay.
1 Comment
May 23rd, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Oh I get it. You’re gay, right?
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