In 1972, year of our Lord Rat, the sky cracked open, great thunder shook the ground, and Gregory Morris tore free from the womb. It was obvious to everyone that he would achieve the status of awesome proportions. Raised by a pack of Scottish rummy, wild corndogs, he quickly mastered the complexity of modern communication, bewildering the minds of great scholars from such schools as Cambridge and Yale well before the ripe young age of 5.

Then again, what else would you expect from the illegitimate son of the most reekingly awesome Bruce Lee?

When he´s not hanging out in his big backyard-seriously, it´s awesomely huge-toasting marshmallows with his fellow wookie brethren, he spends his time mastering the fine art of thumb wrestling from his awesome Yacht nestled in the gulf of Mexico. Chicks really dig on his awesome back hair, so he´s never without his harem of awesomely big, busty pirate wenches.

To truly understand just how awesomely awesome Greg really is you´d have to meet him, than you would see the awesome seeping directly from his pours. That´s just how awesome He is!