The Budding 'Bag
Since we’re doing a mini exploration of the stage-1 scrote, the budding ‘bag, the toe dipping douche, here’s another example of a pud who yearns to ‘bag. Just as an early morning dew covered forsythia unfolds slowly in the dawn light, testing its stamen against the crisp breeze, so does young-douche awkwardly expose his early scrotitude. And just as every rose has its thorn, every young-douche sings a sad sad song. And by song, I mean peacocks his douchitude in a desperate attempt to gain hottie attention.
His awkwardness reflects in her blush. Fear not, hottie. Young-douche is just starting down the oily path of grease. He’ll get there. Oh yes. If there’s anything this site proves, it’s that he’ll get there.
She is honey slathered crisp glazed chocolate frosted Krispy Kreme perfection.
