Purgatory
If they do cheap vodka shots in HCwDB Purgatory while they’re sorting the wheat from the chaff, this would be what it would look like. And by wheat and chaff, I mean hot chicks and douchebags. Figured you got that, but I like to make sure.
Three (three and a half?) absolutely fantastic snowballs of ice cream strawberry goodness topped off with dark haired chocolate love, and two very douchey douchebags.
It’s not enough that 85 Degree Hat Tilt sports the combo early 80s Billy Idol jacket meets Rusty Wallace in the final lap of the Indy 500, or even that he’s apparently got a snake wrapping around his neck. But to add in Flip, the choady stage-2 turdbag who drinks like he’s just figured out how to use his arm in an ambulatory way, and the dual ‘bag 1-2 punch makes me want to gnaw on an electric power line until everything goes dark.
The two hotties in the middle are Doug E. Fresh hot. They’re the frozen chicken chunks of my frozen TV dinner. I reserve the central compartment for their hottie charms. I won’t even eat the peach cobbler dessert or the combo carrots+peas vegetable compartment until I’m done savoring their microwaved delights.
Mmm… frozen chicken chunks.
I've never wanted to smash two people's heads together more! I'm pissed!