Hanky you should learn a proper bulk protocol from CSWOL
I’m still huge! Currently down in weight to 280. Highest was 325! Still SWOL!
I’m still huge! Currently down in weight to 280. Highest was 325! Still SWOL!
bhanky will do his best to insult CSWOL and then challenge him to a lollippin' match and then...disappear. And return saying he checked the Popeye's parking lot and didn't see any evidence he showed up.
Hanky you should learn a proper bulk protocol from CSWOL
Gentlemen, I stand with you in celebrating the return of that insurmountable Matterhorn of Muscle -- the incomparable Snow King (the same "der Schneekönig" immortalized in German lieder by yearning, red-haired virgins who begged to be deflowered by the powerful Snow King, but were icily rebuffed because they were merely 9s, leading to their drowning suicides in the Lake of Tears) -- that passport brandishing, globetrotting champion of l'affaire Popeye who's got the SWOLE world in his hands (stamps and all).
Cheers, indeed!
Not a midget, here he is during his slimmed down slender days (musicproducer-period between the "UK Jeffley Where u At Son"-era and now)
The inimitable Snow King demonstrates his idiosyncratic mastery of the lingua Hebraica in its verbal and gestural modes, a.k.a., the fabled idiom of CSWOLese. Look also at how, like an armored Aguirre before the points and feathers of primitive arrows, CSWOL stands impervious to the hostile volleys of salty French fries. Fear of death is for lesser men, for nobodies, but not for passport toting somebodies bedecked in, and protected by, the all-seeing Eye of Providence. And, of course, to provide a well-stamped coda to l'affaire Popeye, not since the legendary Clarence Darrow has one acquitted oneself so forcefully by refuting the unreliable premises spewing from the greasy lips of vile adversaries; in this case, of ratchet, hoochie scallywags.
Classic