Darlings, here is your Boy of the Day, Mr. Ryan Reynolds, walki–
Ryan Reynolds grabs some lunch at Burger King in New York City.
RYAN REYNOLDS EATS BURGER KING? What the FUCK, world. We could live on nothing but protein shakes and dreams, doing a thousand crunches a day and we’ll never have a set of abs like Mr. Ryan. Hell, we gain at least a pound by walking past a Burger King, which we do constantly, never going inside, because we don’t eat fast food lest our faces blow up like Macy’s Day balloons, and now fuckers like this little single-digit bodyfat freak of nature get to flaunt their abs AND their Whoppers.
Bitch. We hate him. Your yellow pants are stupid, Ryan.
Ladies, do you all feel better now, knowing that men feel exactly the same way about male celebrities as y’all feel about those skinny bitch lady celebrities?
Okay, FINE. It’s kind of a cute outfit. We have this thing about henley collars (this thing being, we don’t like them), but we’d probably wear some variation of this, given the chance. We just wouldn’t wear it to Burger King because we have the metabolisms of human beings and not genetic freaks who should be set loose on an ice floe, never to bother humanity again with their —
Alright! Alright! We’ll shut up now.
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