It was over a year ago when Aaron Carter challenged your claim to fap to anything when he posted a shirtless picture of himself looking like an HGH-addicted clitoris with Madonna arms. Aaron had the six-pack that meth built. But at Angels & Kings in NYC last night, the beats he threw down were so hot (your eye roll goes here and load the next on) that he ripped off his sequined blouse (your second eye roll goes here) from International Male and showed the paps that he no longer has a body straight out of the pages of Bodies of Meth Weekly.
The ghost of Justin Bieber’s future has completely dried out, so he says, and unlike a year ago you couldn’t tweak out from snorting up his sweat. Aaron is totally a Nancy Reagan kind of drug-free and he has a “frat boy porn star turned freelance car mechanic” body to show for it. Or maybe Aaron’s got an “XY Magazine model turned day-shift bartender at a Long Beach gay club” body.
And that has to be a stick-on happy trail wig on Aaron’s body, because I refuse to believe that it’s possible for a Carter to grow body hair. They don’t even have to follicles down there. The meth ate ‘em!