Friday, December 15, 2006
Still No Exit
In honor of Sartre ‘Bag’s Existential skeezyness, here’s another pic of this creepy weirdo fondling a hot ball of summer wax.
However, there’s less outward signs of douchebaggery from N.E. in this pic. He almost looks normal.
But do not be fooled. There’s one dead givaway even if you haven’t seen the previous pic: The rolled up sleeves.
Rolling up sleeves was a good look. Back in 1988. Now it’s a sign that scrote is omnipresent. Even as yet another sexy chicka falls under his douche powers.
She’s got sexy eyes. He’s got douchey face. Together they make pain.
