Johnny Cee had a strong, thick-muscled body with a hairy barrel-shaped chest, his thick arms jiggling as he paused with his shirts in his hand. He had just one tattoo, the Lord’s Prayer in flowing script on his right bicep. Johnny Cee’s beard was tinged with exactly two strands of gray; he had a deliciously thick body, with just the right amount of meat in just the right places. He looked like he had probably had a six-pack and a mountainous chest when he was younger, but now there was a perfectly thick layer of flesh atop his body, which hadn’t lost a lick of power since then.
From The Barbershop