What can I say? I'm a sexual beast, with Hungarian god like body that can only be made by the hands of God himself.

Chicks can't get off the great sculpted body of mine, which they like to butter down with baby oil made from turtle shells.

As much as it's enjoyable, I'm not their sexual play toy, I'm a human being with feelings. Not only am I a man of fitness and great charm, I'm a man of integrity, intelligence, kindness, and respect.

How do I get these chicks to lay off my flag pole without hurting their feelings?

Why God? Why? Do I have to win the genetic lottery? I want to be ugly and fat for one day, so I can be alone.