I have a best friend who is inordinately fond of his own biceps. He likes to show them off by flexing in a long sleeved shirt. He enjoys twitching them in time to music. I am quite fond of parts of myself, but making them dance about has never been in my repertoire.Biceps are a very male obsession, however obsession can so easily turn into mania. Witness, please, this gentleman who has made it into the Guinness Book of Records for an achievement a blind person would be able to get the hang of.
Words fail me. How in God's name could he ever find a shirt that fits? And why on earth has he done nothing below the elbow? In fact, where are his elbows? Was it a terrible accident with a bicycle pump? Did he fall hands first under a steam roller? He would make a very good, but slightly limited "forearm stuffer up cows bum" man (vet possibly?)
Between this chap and that weirdo cyclist with the thighs (see 2nd August), are we seeing the rise of a new mutant race? I suppose after years of ladies inflating various bits to scary extents it was only a matter of time before the gents got in on the act. I am not going looking for any other bits I can assure you; the internet can be a very frightening place indeed.
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