He also happens to be the proud owner of one of *the* most insanely fucking HOT, shredded to fucking fuckery set of eight pack abdominals in the business. Look at those deeply grooved, perfectly shaped, cut to the Heavens, crunched to buggery, thinly skinned abber dabbers!! Those eight abdominal muscles are just fucking beautiful, a work of art. That’s just genetics right there..all the sit-ups in the world won’t get you looking as CUT TO FUCKING FUCK as Jiri with his little cum gutters just begging to be crunched/touched. KER-UNCH goes Jiri's ab blocks...SPER-LAT goes my boxers!!
Jiri could also hold a fucking master class in how to scrunch your mush/gurn/SNARL as you flex it up and squeeze it. "Mush Scrunching & Face Snarling for Bodybuilders 101". You gotta fucking love/cream your jim-jams to those cheeky boy/nasty lad/cocky fucker facial expressions Jiri *insists* on pulling every time he pops a (huge ripped) muscle, especially...THE SNARL!! Grrrrrrrr!! Jiri is definitely one of the best snarly monkeys in the business (Seth Feroce also comes to mind), sneering with intensity like “grrrrrrr lemme twist ‘em this way and twist ‘em that way...want to learn how to count to eight in Czech? Just count these fucking blocks threatening to pop through my stomach! Grrrrrr-RUFF RUFF RUFF!”
I often wonder what the parents of all these insanely ripped, grotesquely muscular freaks of nature think of their roid gobbling, shiny posing trunk sporting sons, and whether they approve of their hardcore freaky bodybuilding! My own parents would probably either cart me off to the local nut house, or call an exorcist if I announced I was planning to become a competitive bodybuilder. I don't know why but I have this image of Jiri's parents being *really* conservative. Poor Mrs Borkovec. All she ever wanted was her little soldier to grow up and be a successful doctor or lawyer. Instead...she got someone who, when not pumping iron at his local hell hole hardcore meat head gym and shoving as many daily calories down his cake hole as possible, seems intent on scrunching up his face into the most outrageous bleedin' expressions like some kind of animal while crunching and squeezing and tensing and flexing his "horrendously big, disgustingly ripped He Man-esque muscles" (Mrs B's words...not mine) and wearing "those horrific, brightly coloured underpant garment thingies" (again..Mrs B..I'd personally go with "tiny shiny HOT brightly coloured dick bulge and hard nasty glute hugging lucky fucking posing trunks..SLURP").
I can just see Mrs Borkovec now at one of her tea gatherings, all the other proud mums giving her updates of their sons passing their exams and getting their medical licenses, and all Mrs B can brag about is her son having the most ripped up eight pack abs on Earth! It wouldn't be so bad if Jiri didn't interrupt every tea party by waddling around shirtless, his disgustingly shredded abdominals on full display, causing all the mum's to gasp in horror, scoff in disgust and choke on their tea! If only they knew...every single one of their nice, respectable, upstanding, professional sons has creamed one off to pictures and videos of gorgeous, ripped to hell Jiri and his insane, shredded to fuck quads and his beautiful, cut to fuck ab blocks in all their crazy awesome, hot as hell, undie destroying, otherworldly glory!!