Alright It’s Official.. My Hair Has Elevated Me To Places I Never Knew Existed .. People Have Started Calling Me Hercules..
So, people have been calling me Hercules for a couple months.. Have no idea what that’s about..
When I was in London, my friend Mare said something to th effect of “Nice hair, Hercules.” Hercules? Why Hercules..? Anyway..
I’ll take that.
Then when I was in a bar in Barcelona, this German guy comes up to me and says “I can’t believe I am partying wis ze Hercules!” Haha, Hercules again huh? I’ll take it, I’ll take it.
Then… The plot thickens.. I’m on the Camino today, and three different groups of people from three different countries come up to me and ask if they can take a picture with me.. I’m thinking weird right?? No they point at me and call me Hercules.. Alright!! What the fuck is this?? Is this real life? Where the fuck did Hercules come from..? Is it the irresistible traps? Is it the bicep/tricep combo I’m throwing at peoples faces?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it. I love it. I’ve gotten Fabio twice.. Hated it both times.. Fabio is a longhaired pretty boy Prince Charming wannabe pussy.
Yuckk what a loser, who does this guy think he is? Not about that life.
Hercules, on the other hand, is the strongest of his human/god race, plucked from the heavens above mighty Mount Olympus, and raised as a man-child in the quiet hills of Athens. He was a strongman hero, with a heart of gold, and all the hot girl babes. I’ll take that. I’ll take that 9 times out of 10.
Guy has all the hot cartoon babes
Guy’s Strong. As. Fuck.
But you know, I wanted to google image search “Hercules” just to see what it was all about anyway…
OH MY GOS.. I get it know!! I get it! There’s no greater compliment then being compared to the Gos.. None. So you might not be able to see my face right now, but I’ve had a shit eating grin for the last 15 minutes.. Don’t want to blow my own horn, but it’s the hair.. I have good hair.
PS- is it blow? Or toot? Either way, the word “toot” makes you sound like an idiot.