I'm a cool guy. All of those tall girls with pretty hair give me a ton of attention, which I like. My hair is light brown--rather common; most everyone I see in a day seems to have light brown hair. Most everybody has brown eyes, so I must too. (Although every time I try to check I get dizzy in the head.) I know there are other people out there in the world, but the ones I see the most all resemble me. Anyway, my life is good and I'm content--except for when I don't get what I want or else I get something I don't want (like oatmeal). Then I exercise my powerful lungs. I saw this other really cool guy when we were out the other day. He was tall--taller than the tall girls--and he had big muscles in his arms. He reminded me of myself. I don't think I'm quite as tall, I will admit, but looking down at my arms--and my legs--I would say they're bulging too. So I guess I'm muscular like he is. All in all, I'd say I've gotten a good start in life. The rest ought to be pretty good.
Just so long as Mom keeps that oatmeal away from me.