Alright folks, first things first – let’s chat about this
little thing called the Dad Bod. Now I ain’t here to body shame, but let’s be real – that mushy middle ain’t exactly screaming ‘Greek Statue Sexy’.
You know the type…former high school stud who traded in sports for brews and tacos with the fellas. Now he’s rockin’ a spare tire and moobs that would make even Nick Frost blush. Hey, I get it – life comes at ya fast!
Fellas, say bye to the slovenly schlub and hello to Dadbod 2.0 – now more muscular, toned, tanned hotness than the original. If you wanna trade sweatpants for breaking hearts, you know where to find me!
