...And twins

I am a robust American male. Oh God, do I love my leisure time. I got to say--relaxing during my leisure time is what it's all about. And don't get me started on sports highlights. I would kill an orphan if it stood in the way of me watching sports highlights until I'm blue in the face. The comfort and assurance of a perfectly executed touchdown pass provides me with all the emotional support I need. I must be honest. I make and close deals business deals at quite a frequency. Sure, I listen to music. Some Zeppelin, Stones, a little Aerosmith. I've recently gotten into Velvet Revolver with that dude from STP. They rock pretty good. Oh man, and women...girls--the legs, the chest, the behind--there's nothing I don't like. If attractive girls and beer, maybe like a Sam's seasonal, could be made into like a burrito, I think that would be duly nutritional for your's truly. You better believe I like guys night out. Livin it up, you know. Letting loose, going to stripclubs, going back to your mom's basement, engaging in hyper sexual homoerotic dialogue with your bros. You know me, I guess I'm of a different generation, old school--red meat, chicks, beer, hyper sexual homoerotic dialogue. Oh yeah, and self-immolation. After all my leisure time is spent and all the sports highlights watched and all the babes conquered, I fantasize about lighting myself on fire. Don't get me wrong, not as a political protest or anything, just to see what it's like. I am a robust American male for pete's sake.