I tend not to need a lot Nevertheless I eat non-stop. I gnaw and nip and slurp and chew and guzzle down gallons of sweet-tasting goo. My once-scrawny frame starts to pack on the pounds and I count everything from my reps to the sounds of my footsteps covering serious ground. I'm lean and I'm mean and I've finally found a black spandex suit for my night on the town. You can tell I do CrossFit® from dawn until dusk by my t-shirt all covered in protein shake dust and my rock solid abs so insane that they bust! Yes, I'm ready for action! You just send me out at 'em! I'll take selfies on Everest and be sure to snap-chat 'em to all of my followers sitting at home who used to be friend before we had phones that could text or could tweet every thought in your head even when you're asleep and perhaps when you're dead. I'm the happiest guy in all of the world as you see by the numerous beautiful girls in this Facebook version of life that unfurls as you scroll through a timeline that's groomed for the pearls.
