So the hot club in town for the under-8 singles scene is a club called Marbles. It's where you go to see and be seen. As a celebrity, it's important that I make public appearances now and then to maintain my place in the gossip mags. Here's some pics from recent Marbles visits:
My boy Cohen and I are testing out the lawnmowers.
If there's one thing I've learned so far it's that chicks dig guys who operate heavy machinery and smell like grass and gasoline. They can't help it, it's instinctual.
They also dig surfers. Check out that form. It's like totally tubular brah!
A lesser known fact is that chicks melt for submarine captains.
Now if I can just get this turbine and condensor to kick on...
Ahoy ladies! This is your captain speaking. You have permission to board the Sub o' Love!
Cohen says that the females have a soft spot for furry creatures so we got in costume.
Liam the Lion. Roar!
Seeing as how I taught David Beckham that athlete + fashion = heartthrob, I figured an appearance on the soccer pitch would help out our image.
We were about to show off our mad soccer skillz but Cohen kept picking the ball up and running with it. This isn't football pal! Oh wait it is, or at least logically it should be called that.
Dude! You're embarrassing us in front of the ladies!
Ugh, let me show you how it's done.
First thing is you get your Dad to help you walk around and warm up.
Then you line up the shot like so.
Then BAM! Put some oomph into it. It's also a nice touch to put a little bend on it and tuck it into the top corner.
You see that follow through? I know I know, perfect form as always.
Of course after a goal you have to run around like a madman and celebrate. Here's what I call my abs of steel celebration. You're welcome ladies.
"Umm hi I've made a deposit in my pants. Do I leave that with you?"
This is what I look like as a Merman.
And this perfectly sums up of feelings about Math, Science, and Language. Clearly no chicks hanging out in this section.
My boy Cohen and I are testing out the lawnmowers.
If there's one thing I've learned so far it's that chicks dig guys who operate heavy machinery and smell like grass and gasoline. They can't help it, it's instinctual.
They also dig surfers. Check out that form. It's like totally tubular brah!
A lesser known fact is that chicks melt for submarine captains.
Now if I can just get this turbine and condensor to kick on...
Ahoy ladies! This is your captain speaking. You have permission to board the Sub o' Love!
Cohen says that the females have a soft spot for furry creatures so we got in costume.
Liam the Lion. Roar!
Seeing as how I taught David Beckham that athlete + fashion = heartthrob, I figured an appearance on the soccer pitch would help out our image.
We were about to show off our mad soccer skillz but Cohen kept picking the ball up and running with it. This isn't football pal! Oh wait it is, or at least logically it should be called that.
Dude! You're embarrassing us in front of the ladies!
Ugh, let me show you how it's done.
First thing is you get your Dad to help you walk around and warm up.
Then you line up the shot like so.
Then BAM! Put some oomph into it. It's also a nice touch to put a little bend on it and tuck it into the top corner. 
You see that follow through? I know I know, perfect form as always.
Of course after a goal you have to run around like a madman and celebrate. Here's what I call my abs of steel celebration. You're welcome ladies. 
"Umm hi I've made a deposit in my pants. Do I leave that with you?"
This is what I look like as a Merman.
And this perfectly sums up of feelings about Math, Science, and Language. Clearly no chicks hanging out in this section.
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