Second day riding my bike around the Yarra. I've got to do something to turn this quit smoking pork back into beauty to behold.
Half way around... the sun shining just fine...
I saw God! He was wearing small, white shorts and an ipod and running shoes as he jogged along the Boulevard.
Jesus! The thing that was moving around in the front there with each step that he took... um, large exhale. Big eyes. Swallow!
Look away, Christian, look away.
I'm sure I was starting to drool.
I mean the legs, the waist, the abs, the chest, the shoulders, the, the, the...
...physically pushes his mouth closed with his hand...
Why are some people so genetically gifted?
But are they happy?
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