April 5, 2013
It is great to have a hero. someone to emulate, to base your life on, to aspire to be like. Thumbs up if your hero is Gandhi, thumbs down if your hero is John Wayne Gacy. And if you choose to emulate Popeye? Well, read on…
That’s fairly disgusting.
The story was pretty long. There is a part where he explains how it is hard to find shirts that fit him. That alone may be reason for him to stop working out. He says shirts with arms big enough for his disproportionate arms often make him look like a kid wearing padding. Again, reason enough to stop.
And there is also the reason that he looks like a freak.
It isn’t like being in the record book is a big money-maker. And I really don’t see any benefit to those Godzilla-limbs. so what does he get out of it? Probably just some sort of sop to his underdeveloped ego, I’d imagine. “Hey look at me! I’m the guy with the Popeye arms! Yeah ladies, you know you want me!”
Why would anyone want Popeye arms?
The question is Imponderable.
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