By Super-Model we're not talking about some anorexic pussy boy who dresses in Abercrombie and Fitch and drives his Prius to the mall to shop for a Charmeuse silk duvet cover. Our Super-Model has to be the ultimate bad boy who was trained by 3rd degree ninja super-warriors in the highest mountains of Japan. We are seeking a hellcat from Planet Kickass. Only testosterone-fueled super action junkies need apply because this legacy will live on as a monument to your machismo.
Now, go look in the mirror and tell us what you see. If it’s a rugged, no holds barred, super brute He-Man macho Chuck Norris stunt double, then contact us. We might be out hang-gliding or BASE jumping or just chilling with our ladies, but we'll get back to you. And when we do, we’ll talk about a possible gig over a nice glass of Schmidt while we listen to Johnny Cash.
To sweeten the deal little, we're throwing in this pair of MC Hammer pants for the man with rippling quads that can’t fit into regular pants. Yeah, you heard us. FREE MC Hammer pants.
Rock on.
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