Found this on digg.com, (the link is arguably NSFW, if only for the sidebar) proving once again that New Jersey is, by far, the greatest state in the nation. To think, if I'd only married my first boyfriend instead of holding out for Drew, I could be living in Jersey right now. Ahh, regrets. I could've been one of these lucky ladies:
What's with the hairstyle? And the burnt orange skin? Perhaps an evolutionary adaptation singular to New Jersey - the more a man (selfus tannerus) looks like an Oompa Loompa, the more attractive he is to his potential mate (girlus jerseyshoreus).
Seriously, ladies. You can't tell me that you're not turned on by the testosterone oozing from this guy:
I can't tell... does that look say "Feel my man boobs as they ripple with unbridled power!" or "Um, Keelee, I've had like 12 Zimas tonight, is the camera over there?" "I just won a wet t-shirt contest with my abs of steel" or "I have to poop." I don't know. You decide. The dude's not Keelee's only problem - unintentional maternity wear, anyone?
Now, one of my good friends and loyal blog readers (jesusthroughmary) is from New Jersey. (He's also the aforementioned ex-boyfriend. Weird.) Perhaps he can explain this phenomenon. Tony?
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