HCwD of the Week: Insect Edition
Since Big Red rides on a higher plane of Zen Douche, this week’s HCwDotW contest will focus on the insectbags of the last few rounds of scrotey pics and the hotties who love them. This week’s contest is also brought to you by Bagbalm, a loyal ‘Bag Hunter who requested I get off my lazy ass and get the weekly contests going again.
So without further ado, here are the finalists for this week’s HCwD of the Week contest. Remember to vote in the comments section of this thread. Votes must factor in not just the douchey douchitude of the smelly poobags, but the hot factor of the various cuties. In combination. Mixture. Overall wrongness. Here are the finalists:
HCwD #1: The Earwig
This pink shirted greasy abomination can’t even be bothered to take out his bluetooth while cuddling/molesting his sexy fiery hottie.
And while I usually look for outward signs of douchebaggery (tilted hat, bling, etc.), in this case douche-face is all the qualification this ‘bag needs.
HCwD #2: Khan’s Insect
Inspired by thoughts of earwigs in the previous pic, I termed this greaser Khan’s Insect after the greatest villian in film history’s evil alien brain eaters. And if you think that’s just hyperbole, imagine glancing into a motorcycle helmet and seeing a version of this dude crawling around inside it. Would you put it on?
I didn’t think so.
This sexy floozy doesn’t know she’s cuddling up to an alien insect, suggesting the ‘bag viruses have taken deep hold. She’s likely incurable at this point. Very sad.
HCwD #3: Morning ‘Bag Meditation, aka “The Dung Beetle”
I didn’t knight this turd with insect status the first time round, so for the purposes of including him with the other insects, lets call him “The Dung Beetle.” Anyone sneering with such douchey pleasures in the presence of this sexy, if likely enhanced, hottie, deserves our jealous rage.
It’s not just the glasses, Dung. We’re also including you for the slightly aggessive way you’re grabbing her waist. That finger-grip suggests you know you ain’t gonna be holding her much longer. And for that, you are douche.
So break out the Raid, grab a flyswatter, and vote for which of the three insects, and the hotties who love them, combine to destroy all higher motor function and render you a babbling, incoherent mess. Or is that just me?
