An artful master of expressive gasconade (ahead of his time, and would be crushing it in this age of self-promotional social media):
I lift barbell plates. I eat T-bone steaks. I'm sweeter than a German chocolate cake. How much more of me can you take?
I'm the reflection of perfection, the number one selection.
I'm the man of the hour, the man with the power, the man who's too sweet to be sour. I am the women's pet, and the men's regret. What you see is what you get, and what you don't see is better yet.
This is what the world waits for. The world out there asks, 'What's the Superstar going to wear next?' Not, 'Who's he going to whip next?' but what in the world is the Superstar going to wear. And I've got millions of letters saying, 'Superstar, would you please lay some yellow on me, daddy?'
LOL