Velveeta Bag
A reader posed a query in yesterday’s comments thread wondering if there ever comes a point when in the presence of such a fine perfect backside that auto-douchebaggery commences.
The answer is yes.
We all have what I like to term “The ‘Bag Within.” The only question is to what extent will we indulge this inner ‘bag in the hopes of acquiring a female with great tracks of land, finely buffed sandstones and an ocean view. Or did I just describe a summer condo in Cape Cod.
Regardless, the question then becomes this: When in the presence of such fineness, is momentary auto-‘baggitude justifiable under the circumstances?
I posit this question without answering it, as I think it’s is an important discourse to consider as we move forward.
None of this, however, has anything to do with this pic. Velveeta Bag is just funny. Not ha ha funny. Just funny funny.
