Thursday, May 22, 2008
Zippy
At first, Zippy’s deceptively undouchey. Just your average Bennington student after a long round of herb enhanced Ultimate Frisbee.
Then you notice them. The unmistakable signs of douche. Hidden star tatts that summon the ethos of Fish Slap and Bra. Goofy ass hair bandana. Stupid wristband + watch combo.
Total douche? Not at all. But definitely stage 2.
I would slay Corsicans at the Battle of Ponte Novu while beat boxing in Gaelic just for the chance to tongue scrub Princess Hott’s linens after a sweaty and sleepless night. Hotts like that start wars.
