Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Racoon
I don’t know what primal trauma led The Racoon to the sorry state of douchebaggery we find him in today. Maybe as a young child, a vision of Douche Lee came to him and told him to work hard and someday he’d achieve scrote transcendence.
Either way, those black painted fingernails should not be pawing the rack of abs I plan to spend most of Thursday hypothetically suckling like a hungry whelp in the Alaskan wilderness.
New ruling: Chinese lettering tattoo on Caucasian Wank’s arm? +2 uber-bag on the scrote scale.
