For a while after coming back from Asia, my roommate and I were lucky enough to receive Men’s Health every month. Addressed to some long-gone member of the house hold, this little treat of a magazine was often as well worn as my favorite pair of cons.  Pages curled and crispy from over use, it’s no wonder that after seeing this, I knew that I had to take a perhaps not so temporary sidestep from my usual blah blah blah-ging.

I first fell in love with Ryan Reynold’s body when I had the privilege of watching Blade 3.  Aside from the most satisfying equation of vampires+explosions+terrible music, was the most titillating equation of Ryan Reynolds tight body.  And damn was it tight.  So if any one out there wants to make my nocturnal masturbatory fantasies even more fulfilling, please, please, please pick me up a copy of this bad boy.  My only regret is that they have him all over-made-up-plastic-faced and fully clothed on the cover, but mystery is always hotter than the obvious anyways.

I can’t wait to see what’s inside.