Sunday, May 27, 2007
Sunday Stan
Sunday Stan, the Douche Warrior, goes into battle with full ‘Bag armaments. Like the killer awakening before dawn, he puts his ‘bling on. Multicolored faux hawk. Carefully plucked chin pubes. Assorted ironic t-shirt collection. Expensive designer coat.
When Sunday Stan is ready, he walks on down that hall.
“Hottie?”
“Yes, Stan?”
“I want to headbutt you.”
He makes his move, stashes the Corona behind his back. And like a wildebeast in the jungle, she falls under his douchey powers.
I would ice skate naked to Mozart just for the chance to share sno-cones in a thunderstorm with her older less attractive sister.
