Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Scrotal Spitsacks
On many occasions we’ve charted the correlation between the purchase/riding of a boat and extreme scrotal spitsackery.
Many a philosopher, from Thales and Anaximander through Gerardo and Color Me Badd, have waxed hypothetic if boatdouchery comes before the boat, or if the boat brings out the boatdouchery.
In Fast Times in Fresh Ink, pictured here, one need only count the plethora of silly tatts, hat tilt, hand gestures, douche-faces and implied viruses to realize the power of the boatdouche.
Then factor in two slutty hotts playing with each other and Ubiquitous Red Cup nervously monitoring the situation, and the picture becomes complete.
The boatdouche thinks, therefore it is.
