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Names Chad. Chad Thundercock. I don’t have any friends because all their wives wanted to sleep with me. Everywhere I look, I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smolder. No point in being a model because they can’t afford me and they’d run out of ink from selling magazine copies if they could. I curl more than you squat, run faster than your car, and am a sexual tyrannosaurus. If you aren’t willing to be one of my 13 side chicks, don’t bother. You won’t ever see me at my worst, because I’m always at my best. Yolo.