Legs like a Greek god. Muscles rippling down his adamantine frame. A countenance so awesome that women swoon and fawn over his mere presence. jr8 is the ideal that I hold myself to. I sometimes get confused about what the right thing to do is, but then just think wait! What would jr8 do? It sets me straight every time. jr8, if you deem my post worthy of your time. Thank you for blessing this humble mortal with your inspirational presence.
jr8 always has a slightly different take on things. He brings up questions that leave you wondering why you hadn’t asked that question yourself. And his comments often get to the heart of the matter.
When jr8 smiles, I get all tingly inside.
If jr8 was a sandwich, I wouldn’t be able to decide whether to eat it up quickly because it tasted so good or to slowly nibble so as to prolong the eating ecstasy.
There is a little jr8 in all of us.
Out off all you lazy goodformnothingsmellypoohead Londopers that were around on the Easter weekend, he was the only one that came into town to meet Twisty and me!