Gassy McBling
Gassy McBling here is the type of guy you cross the street to avoid. He is uber-oil. He is ur-scrote. His forehead’s runoff could power processing plants in much of the Subcontinent.
Observe Gassy’s classic douche headbutt into Tara Reid hottie, who remains remarkably oblivious to the fact she’s standing next to a giant Bennihana waste product. This wigga’s Jesus bling is the capper of rank douchitude. It causes great art to spontaneously combust and Trappist monks to silently scream in agonizing protest. It kills insects and euthanizes the African jaguarendi. It melts velveeta and cures headaches. It is the spirit in the douche sky.
What kills me is the sweetie on the right. Able to smile without flinching from the odor of Gassy’s gas.
