So... you all know Sam? The awesome? 'Scuse me... THE awesome?
Well.... once upon a time, this conversation ensued:
Susie: I was wondering... Are there shirts out there that intentionally make the sleeves smaller so your muscles look bigger? Do you have mom take them in? Do you buy your shirts small or... are your muscles actually so big that your poor sleeves just pray they make it through the evening?
Sam: its actually a secret technique taught to me by an ancient head hunter named muga muga, who instructed me in the ways of shrinking heads, i then took that knowledge and used it in the discipline of shrinking sleeves. after many minutes spent mastering this art i have finally been able to make a extra medium shirt fit like a extra small in the arms. yea for cannibal head hunters!
His response was so brilliant that I couldn't stop laughing for days... weeks? how long has it been now. I'm still laughing.
So... I had to make a Muga muga.
He is rather vain about his muscles. He's even called them "the ladies" and given one a kiss.
Modesty being a good thing, his beloved "Grand-muga" (my own dear mother) decided to make him a shirt. ....size extra medium of course.
And since he was an individual lacking anything resembling "couth," she invited him to tea.
It was pretty nice. Man. But man. You know he wouldn't do it for anyone but you man.
Later he impressed us all with a demonstration of his awesome mucles. And curled a few dolls who were having the tea party with us. ...calling them his 'dumbells.' So much for giving him any social graces.
One can only take so much tea, man. So he went off to watch some MMA.
What an awesome Grandmuga to get his personality so much as to make him such an awesome muscle shirt, man!
Should I be a little afraid that he is Hank's absolute favorite doll she's ever seen? Just seeing the pictures today made her start shouting, pointing and screaching MUGA MUGA MUGA!
Can't really blame her. The second I saw Ian's gigantic muscles, I couldn't think of anything else, man.
