World, meet Anthony Joshua. Anthony Joshua, world. Anthony Joshua has mastered the art of the perfectly-parted-legs-and-hand-under-chin pose — and myself and my thirst are forever thankful. Anthony Joshua makes British professional boxing important. Anthony Joshua makes phones important. Anthony Oluwafemi Olaseni Joshua makes grey track suit bottoms important. Yeah, Anthony Joshua is so, so important.
I’ve reach optimum thirst many times because of Anthony. Whether he's winning boxing championships, posting cute smiley selfies about town, or sweating his fine arse off in the gym, at 6'5" and 240lbs of magnificent man, Anthony Joshua is my idea of pure and utter perfection.
I don’t know what it is about him, but this is the kind of attraction that, sometimes, gets so strong I can't help but groan internally when I see a him. The kind of attractive that hurts a little. One that leaves me sweaty and flustered every time I— oof, I might need to go take a seat...
How can someone be so perfect? What have we done to deserve someone like Anthony Joshua in our lives? I simply do not know.