HCwD of the Month: Donkey Douche
As if there was any doubt.
The power of the hotness simmering in the same broth as this prime rib slice of choad is enough to make even the Zen and peace loving among us pick up a knife and stab a homeless orphan in the neck.
alpha douche sums up the feeling of the votes in one sentence:
I went to my zen place of serenity and there I found a huge turd left by Donkey Douche. Vote: DD
And douche diggler agrees:
In a close battle, the winner should be donkey douche. His hair, dog tags, and purple lips scare off his competitors.
However, some felt D.D. has already claimed his share of the spotlight, and were won over by the Vortex’s presumed indifference to the ultimate hotness on his arm. As douche, phb(ag) puts it:
Vortex. Can’t talk now, weeping.
And i bling throws in for the classic douchitude of The Mug:
Yes, DD is a giant spiky-haired pile of elephant dung, though I don’t hold the ass chin against him because there’s nothing he can do about it. But just damn, look at that cobra tee, that index finger ring, the presumably fake dogtags on the Mug. Add to that his matching mandana, which means he has a closet full of mandanas at the ready so he won’t waste precious time color coordinating. Wouldn’t want to miss the opening act of the Slaughter concert down at the fair grounds. Screw DD, I’m voting for the Mug.
But pfah brings home the Donkey Domination with this simple ode to his HCwD of the Month winning power:
i tip my hat to the Donk. and by ‘tip my hat’, i mean drive a truck over him. still, he gets my vote. he embodies everything that is a douche. the perfect douche, if you will.
ride on, Donkey. ride on.
Indeed. Ride on, Donkey. Ride on.
Speaking of uber-douche, the “Hall of Scrote” is now up on the left hand side. D.D. has been added to the list. However, I’m open to forming a “Hall of Scrote” committee voting system similar to baseball’s Hall of Fame, and would like to nominate Mitch Meats, Baron Von Douchausen, Douchestar Runner, douchebag out!, and greekbag as offical “HoS ‘Baggers.” However I’m open to adding a few more to the committee, so if interested, let me know.
The “Hall of Scrote” is not simply open to HCwD of the Week winners, nor HCwD of the Month even. It must be those HCwD pics that stay with us. That haunt our dreams. That plague our subconscious. So lets tip our red cups of the ‘train to D.D. and “pat” ourselves on the back for a job well done.
Special props to the supreme ‘bag hunting skills of Doc for finding another iconic HCwD pic.
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