He bowls overhand.
His blood smells like cologne.
The police often question him, just because he's interesting.
People hang on his every word. Even the prepositions.
He has won trophies just for his game face.
He can speak French, in Russian
He wouldn't be afraid to show his feminine side . . .if he had one.
His mother has a tattoo that reads "Son"
At museums he is allowed to touch the art.
In a past life . . . he was himself.
If opportunity knocks, and he's not at home . . . opportunity waits.
He gave his father . . . "the talk".
He imagines himself . . in his own shoes.
Steak and Lobster is his bread and butter.
He is the life of parties, he has never attended.
Locals ask him for directions.
If he were to punch you in the face, you would have to fight off the strong urge to thank him.
Sharks have a week named after him.
If he were to mispronounce your name, you would feel compelled to change it.
Therapists open up to him.
He skips the first date.
His small talk, has altered foreign policy.
He once ran a marathon, because it was on his way.
Sasquatch has taken a photograph of him.
He once gave a pep talk so compelling, both teams won.
When he whispers to a horse, the horse whispers back.
He has been known to cure narcolepsy just by walking into a room.
He once parallel parked a train.
His 2 cents is worth $37.00 and change
His chicken's egg came first.
It has never been "his bad"
His reputation is expanding faster than the universe.
He once has an awkward moment, just to see how it feels.
He lives vicariously . . .through himself.
If he were to pat you on the back, you would list it on your resume.
When in Rome, they do as he does.
He has inside jokes with complete strangers.
Cuba imports cigars from . . . him
Mosquitos refuse to bit him, just out of respect.
The last time he flirted with Danger, Danger got clingy.
He once got a standing ovation from a juror's box.
His thank you cards, have prompted "you're welcome" cards.
His fortune cookies simply read "Congratulations".
He can slam a revolving door.
