hes 100% natty trust me
arms bigger than my head 100%
ah screw it might aswell
https ://imgur.com/a/5td5Mlh
This is now officially a natty or not thread. If you post a selfie, you’re subject to having natty status questioned.
What you drinking?
bucardi white
Good thing I posted early… I feel I wouldn’t fair well in this type of thread…
I’m going all the way back bro.
Ok 4"10, 98 lbs …I’ll show myself out
You look natty though, so you’re good to go. I can get you to a lean 150 in less than a year. Working on my ISSA personal training certs, hmu homie. Oh wait, unless you’re the female in that pic.
I am indeed not the dude
What is natty?
Is your favorite book actually Ulysses or one of its derivatives (i.e. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10503446-bloomsday)?
natty or juice
there’s a whole reddit thread on it
Gotcha. I now feel even older.
https://imgur.com/a/Iu7Bw4R
There you go. Puppy and all
now everybody is gonna be scared to post, way to go bruh
Okay, I’mma post a few more and go to bed.
575lbs deadlift last year, I vomitted my first 600 raw pull so that video is hidden away: https://www.instagram.com/p/B5IUKYSAxyA/
Doggo #1: https://i.imgur.com/xrrmfUF.jpg
Doggo #2: https://i.imgur.com/oIpmiP3.jpg
They already were scared to post. We’ve got like a whole 7 selfies in this thread and 165 replies.
I proudly wore my MAGA hat to the dinner table this afternoon and Mother told me to remove it. I immediately accused her of sympathizing with the Communist Chinese, which inspired my father to pop off about ‘respect’ and I asked him to produce his Voter Registration card as I waved mine under his nose and asked how long he had been colluding with Antifa. My uncle began blathering about ‘discipline’ at which point I stood up and read sections 1 and 2 of the Insurrection Act and showed him the legal envelope I addressed to the DHS with his entire political biography enclosed, including known contributions to the HRC and ACLU, logistics support units of American subversion. The ranting over each other caused my niece to began wailing, and I reminder her that Santa does not deliver toys to traitorous enemies of the state and that she would likely spend with detainees at Guantanamo Bay before shanked and left bleeding at the bottom of a six-by-eleven foot cell next to a stainless steel toilet while Cuban rats feated on her face. As my aunt demanded my expulsion from the dinner over all the screaming, I pulled out my phone and began playing the Star Spangled Banner while I read my pocket Declaration of Independence standing on my chair, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my American flag t-shirt beneath. Everyone had left by the time I got to the “a long train of abuses and usurpations” at which point I took a drumstick, a bowl of mashed potatoes and the relish to my room, opened my window and began blasting “Sousa’s Stars & Stripes Forever” to the neighbors. Someone is banging on my dead-bolted bedroom door, but I’m in the middle of posting and dipping gravy, and my right to the pursuit of life, liberty and in particular, this pumpkin pie.
Hey Nayoko… like I said I’ll leave my fiance out in the car… hmu bae we can listen to Ariana together