Like many muscle lovers out there, I was already a huge fan of this monstrous mountain of insanely huge MASS at the time. Let's be honest, Art did not have the most aesthetically pleasing physique. He was always just about one thing...pure fucking SIZE!! The guy was an absolute TANK. His obscenely pumped freaky massive thick plump muscle just seemed to hang off his bones. His muscle almost looked *too* big for his frame. Those fuck off humongous quads, and those massive fucking TITS which just exploded off his chest, like two insanely thick fleshy pillows of roided man beef which jumped and twitched at the slightest movement and seemed to be in constant competition with each other for room on his torso.
The other thing I loved about Art was that he fucking *knew* how to pose. He was just the cockiest, most awesome, shit hottest poser, always bouncing those massive thick TITS (something which guys don't seem to do half as much as they used to), and he always hit his poses which that gorgeous/sexy "fuck yeah I'm a freak and I fucking love it" grin. He fucking loved squeezing out those massive monster Most Musculars too. For most of his routines, he would spend half the time stomping from one side of the stage to the other (I'm surprised he didn't fucking punch holes through them given the sheer size of him) just squeezing out big hard nasty muscle exploding Most Muscular after Most Muscular, each one accompanied with a cheeky/cocky/awesome facial expression. FUCKING. AWESOME!!
As most of you probably know however, Art sadly passed away last year. A tragic loss of life for an awesome bodybuilder who had a reputation not just for his jaw dropping freaky physique, enormous freaky mass, and awesome stage presence, but for also being a really nice guy. RIP to this insanely HUGE, awesome, and unforgettable pro bodybuilding American muscle monster.
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