Sunday, June 3, 2007
Sunday Choadies
Clearing out the ole’ pic attic on a Sunday and had to serve up this douche-posse surrounding the lone HC they could snag for a pic.
Can’t tell if she’s a cocktail waitress or simply a college hottie who got tackled by AquaBag and before she knew what hit her, was surrounded by what Freud describes as “Douche Transference.” What’s with the variety of head coverings, choadies? Cactus Hair is much more effective. And by effective, I mean uberdouchey.
Your humble narrator, the DB1, is hungover and smelly. Spicy Indian dishes make my armpits smell like cabbage. Not a good discovery.
