I live in Tenement Housing on West Srodmiescie Street in my mom's basement in Warsaw. My name is Douglas "Dj181" James. I'm 47 years old. I believe in thinking about nobody except myself, and a 800 calorie diet and a rigorous exercise routine which consists mainly of me clicking the F5 key vigorously on my computer. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy from shadow boxing the night before and getting beat up by my reflection, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my seated hammer machine dips. I can do 5 quarter reps with 5 plates per side now. After I remove the ice pack I use some mascara that really brings out the color in my eyes when posting pics. In the shower I use dish soap from my mom's sink, then stick some cheese to the nutella I smeared on my genitals,, and while rinsing I let the dog lick the cheese/nutella combo off my balls. Then I apply an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for 10 minutes while I post on getbig about the fact that I have a better physique than a chubby 75 year old man. I then apply an alcohol swab to my left buttock and wince as I slowly inject an entire 10ml bottle of deca. Then I measure my arms, they are up to 12.75 inches. I then take a photo of my arms and start a thread on Getbig telling everyone they are now up to 16.75 inches. There is an idea of a DJ181. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no other person as great as me. I am beyond an entity. My muscles give off the illusion of being bigger because Gh15 told me so. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can admire my physique and feel self conscious that you are not as good looking as me, and maybe you can even sense my lifestyle is pretty enviable, but I simply am not ALL there.