Decontaminating...

...also known as "De-Sissifying"....."De-Babyfying" (however you wanna spell it)..... 

As you might have noticed in my recent photographs, I finally have real boy's legs.  FINALLY.  Ugh, I thought that day would never come.  Both legs host a number of gashes, scrapes, bruises, and mosquito bites, and I wear these perforations with great pride.   And, I'll have you know that through it all, not a tear was shed.  Yes, I earned that biggest gash after falling hard on rocks at the ranch.  Did I cry?  Nope.  With blood gushing down my leg, I just got right up and kept trekking down the road.  I am a trooper....  Wait, I am Incognito Man! 

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