This show looks like pure shower-nozzle masturbation material at its finest (we've never watched it ourselves). It's like "Flavor of Love" transplanted to the Midwest with a fresh and naive twunk at the center of it instead of a burnt-out slightly unstable has-been rapper. Enjoy all the nipple nudity (and Matt's clear discomfort with being bathed by a bunch of reaching, soapy, female hands) after the jump.
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