Friday, June 1, 2007
Balcony Bag
Many have asked me, DB1, can you give us another example of what you call the “Terminal Bleeth State,” the point at which a Hottie’s exposure to uber-‘Bag has reached isotopic douchecay and can not be redeemed.
It is hard to quantify exactly when a Hottie crosses the event horizon. It occurs somewhere between the moment of early giant sunglass growth, the sprouting of ‘Baguette hand gestures, and reaching crisis with the combo smug pout and shirtless douche embrace maneuver.
Pity this lithe dark haired cutie, lost to the dark world of uber-douche. For, like mandana boy’s receding hairline, she is never to return.
That being said, I would juggle baby raccoons dressed in a burka just for the chance to filter tea through her stockings.
