I'll make this short and sweet. In your mind, I think you think you're being subtle. I'm here to tell you you're dead wrong.
For some inexplicable reason, you and your pals were outside shirtless chattin it up like schoolgirls. I hate to say that the one guy who doesn't have his shirt off is the one with the obviously less striking physique. Yet he has the right idea.
Believe it or not, I don't care that you spend the most of your off-time pumpin' those guns. It's the classic I'll Build Muscles to Make Up for My HumDrum Personality method. And I have to say this method usually fails. And to be less discreet, I think the male equivalent of "butterface" applies here. Again, not discreet, but still the truth.
It sucks how quickly I had to take your name down in my mental book of Douche. Indeed, the simplest act will do. That includes the one move you pulled where you had to walk inside before you could coyly put your shirt back on. I'm amazed you actually did. But still. Not subtle.
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