Ahh yeah, when you’re built like me, ladies don’t even gotta choose between chiseled abs or my fuckular arms. I take my shirt off where ever I go, especially if I see a girl. And guess what? They cream their shorts when they see the deep, lines of my abs, and then the double cream, whole cream, their panties when they check out my vascular veins pulsing and throbbing like a living highway system of some sort of megapolis that is my arms. And guess what? They literally shit themselves when I put the whole gang into flex mode. Combine that with the cream, and we call it a “Latte” down at the gym. And buddy, I’m making Lattes every dong damn day.