Nick Nassif
An individual who is around 20 years old with a constant 5-o'clock shadow; he can be seen behind turn-tables and mixin'-boards or in the drivers seat of large white trucks doing dangerous desert donuts through dusty landscapes. He may have silhouette-stickers of volumptuous women slapped against his rear window like bookends, framing his So-Cal logo. With a white bandana on his rear-view mirror, he enjoys smoking cigarretes with Dying Is Your Latest Fashion rumbling his tasteful, touch-screen deck. He generally thumbs through said deck while driving in two lanes down Wilmot to let his passengers explore the expansive reaches of his musical tastes. Just as he entertains his listeners with a wide variety of harmonic progressions, he enjoys showing off his pet hermit-crab, Brutis. Such a man frequently visits a particular Starbucks location, greeting odd passer-bys with friendlyness and enthusiasm. In summary, a fellow of such merit is an unstoppable urbandictionary whore. Perusing through their word of the day list by the sites' personalized e-mail list, this guy enjoys the oddities in life--one of which includes a pyromaniac photographer with the body of a goddess. And he rocks at making fudge.
Did you see one of those Nick Nassifs last night? His beard was raging over that sound-board!
Dude, look at that Nick Nassif! He's managed to show off Brutis to another girl. Gets the ladies everytime, that one.
Were you out with that Nick Nassif the other night? He tore up that patch of dirt with is new brakes!
Dude, look at that Nick Nassif! He's managed to show off Brutis to another girl. Gets the ladies everytime, that one.
Were you out with that Nick Nassif the other night? He tore up that patch of dirt with is new brakes!
Nick Nassif by a-gypsy's-name January 7, 2012
