CLEVELAND (Katonian Press) - Über Geek Kato underwent a sonogram on his own blog to quell rumors that he has breast implants.
But first he ordered all the women to close their browsers, a spokesperson for his blog said on Saturday.
Kato, 27, told the readership for his syndicated blog that he was tired of rumors that his breasts were fake.
"It's something that's followed me forever and today I'm going to finally admit once and for all the truth about my breasts," the Über Programmer said as he removed his push-up bro from underneath an "I read your e-mail" T-shirt.
He took a break and returned wearing a Simpsons bathrobe and accompanied by plastic surgeon Garth Fischer.
He and an assistant performed a sonogram in front of the computer that was streamed over the web with certain parts of Kato's anatomy blacked out.
Fischer said, "I've performed approximately 8,000 breast implant surgeries, I've examined you (remind me to wash my hands after this), I've reviewed your sonogram ... and Kato has natural man breasts."
Kato added, "By no means am I against plastic surgery, by no means am I saying that breast implants are a bad thing, but it's just not a choice that I made ... it's something that a lot of people think I have and that is so frustrating to me. The man boobs are home grown and all Kato, baby!"
What about the time you went into the hospital for 'knee surgery', and came out with DD's?
I'm not buying it, I saw that sonogram webcast, and it was obviously doctored.
Speaking of 'doctors', I saw that doctor on an infomercial...he was the guy who had trouble with the old-fashioned tin opener...so I'm not sure of his credentials.
Either send me 200 gold dubloons, or my paparazzi shots of you getting your implants will be posted on the internet.
Paulius: Ah yes, I remember that time well. I didn't leave the house for two weeks. I assure you that I am, in fact, made up of entirely factory original parts. Still... wouldn't want these nasty rumors to go any further... yar, you've got a deal matey, 200 gold dubloons it is.
Ozzy: Ozzy, you magnificent bastard. How dare you insinuate that I'm artificially stacked... down there. Sure, I stuff a balled up sock in my jeans, but who doesn't? And yea, I've walked around with a zuchinni wrapped in tin foil in my trousers, but show me a man who hasn't!