That holds true with the average run of the mill shitstain procreating with the two dollar trollop you'de see outside of every Jewelry district from here to Manitoba. This man's genes do not falter in the face of a sandless hour glass. This man's loins are the fruits that bear no spoils. For he is the one who commands the waxing! A man whose chest was molded on Mt Olympus by the clay pottery wheel spun by Herakles himself! Irresponsible? Inconceivable! Strike that! Conceivable indeed! For he shall conceive any time, any where, with who ever he so desires!!!
Hef Listens to "Achille's Last Stand" 3 times before every hip rousing! Kind of says something about the man, don't you reckon?!?!