The only dude in the world who is able to wear eight gold medals (appearing to form half of a halter top) round his neck, and still look like a man.
Give that guy five gold stars and a million calories for breakfast. You go, girl.
In other related news:
My dad advised me to stop being so sarcastic. I thought that was a little like the pot calling the kettle black, so I'm not sure how seriously I'll be taking his advice. Besides, isn't that part of my charm...?
