In the voice of Stefon: New York’s hottest bod is Vin Diesel!
When pictures of Vin Diesel’s topless body on a balcony made the rounds and he got the “dad bod” label, he spit back by Instagramming the above picture of him sucking in so hard that he probably broke a few ribs. I thought that was that, but then Complex brought it up during an interview and Vin dismissed the hating asshole body shamers who made fun of his “dad bod,” because he knows that if there were a Best Bod Olympics, he’d win every gold medal and then some. So the haters can chew on his outie.
Like you step out, and it’s like, “Diesel is not wearing a shirt!“
It’s like, dad bod goes viral. Like really?
I am very here for the dad bod, just FYI.
I get it, you know? I mean, a) I don’t have to be in front of the camera for a couple months and b) I really am a dad.
So, literally dad bod.
I have lots of kids, but you know, how do I feel about the invasion? That sneaky invasion of privacy feels weird. That’s not right. How do I feel about people being so focused on that? I’m okay because I’ve had the best body in New York City for decades. There is no love lost there for me. I sing on my Facebook. You don’t get more dangerous than that, right?
Vin could be spitting out jokes, but if he wasn’t joking, then I’m going to guess that those pictures of him on the balcony were taken just as his inflated ego inflated some more. And I don’t know if I’d say that Vin Diesel has had the best body in NYC for DECADES, but I will say that he’s definitely in the running for the best posing skills in NYC.
Pin-Up Vinnie should’ve done that hot sexy pose in his Instagram message to the haters, because that really would’ve shut them up. They would’ve been too busy trying to put the fire out in their loins to say shit. Speaking of fiery loins, here’s Vin doing an impersonation of a naked Prince Hot Ginge at the London premiere of The Last Witch Hunter the other night.