Mitchell Crouch's awesome forehead

Let's all be honest with one another here -- honesty is pretty awesome, and throughout the whole of human history has done almost as much good as I did in the first few moments of my being born. That is nothing at which to scoff. So, in all honesty, let me say: my forehead is awesome.

Straight up, my forehead is one of the most amazing physical features you will ever find on any person ever alive or dead ever. It holds itself with a sophisticated air of tranquil masculinity that can become a terrifying avatar of my righteous fury with but the tiniest change in electromuscular composition. The versatility and constant flux of my forehead greatly exceeds similar traits I have ever witnessed in any other forehead before, and likely also exceeds all those I have yet to view.

In its neutral state, my forehead is high and domed; the very model of an intelligent, nay, genius man. Not coincidentally, the aforementioned versatility has produced on my forehead a series of light lines which, though barely noticeable at a glance, still carry across the weight of my wisdom, the wisdom of a man many years my elder and yet a wisdom that I continue to build upon and surpass with every breath that brushes past my lips.

It is a mature forehead. It is an elegant forehead. It's a forehead that presents itself proudly to the world, knowing full well that it is the forehead of Mitchell Crouch. It frames the most handsome face upon which mortal eyes have ever lain. It is the forefront bastion of the grandest mind our very species has ever known. It accentuates my primed mane when a roguish curl should fall scandalously down on it.

It is the greatest forehead to which this planet has ever had the privilege of playing host, because it is the forehead of Mitchell Crouch.

On a related note (because it's still all about me), I'd like to point out that after my first blog post I gained six followers. Do you know how long it took Jesus to get that many? Seriously, he spent his whole life being awesome and only ever got to twelve disciples. Mitchell Crouch: Half of Jesus in one blog post.