tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44926388452504293572012-08-03T18:31:51.699-07:00Fuck You, Nathan AdrianA BLOG WHERE I TELL CUTE GUYS WHAT'S WHATNJnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4492638845250429357.post-74898893895979454732012-08-03T17:55:00.003-07:002012-08-03T18:31:51.715-07:002012-08-03T18:31:51.715-07:00Nathan towels off...with America<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Seriously, Nathan? We get it. You are a 6'7 tower of organically grown USDA prime rib with the supple skin of a newborn baby. Your classical symmetry and elite athleticism only eclipsed by your gentle, soft eyes. <br />
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Yes, Nathan, if it wasn't for those GAP Khakis, you would be perfect. But, in all fairness to the rest of the mortals, you should probably be stabbed with a steak knife.<br />
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So you won a disc of shiny metal for being the fastest to flop his body from one end of a pool to the other. Big. Fucking. Deal. That doesn't mean that you can wipe down your wet, chiseled muscles with our stars and stripes.<br />
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And by the way, what the hell is with that rippled disgusting 12-pack? You and your flag towel going to a NASCAR tailgate party?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4492638845250429357-7489889389597945473?l=funathanadrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>NJnoreply@blogger.com0