The 'Bag Patch
Looks like the ‘Bag Patch is making a return to the douchebag arsenal of weaponry. I refer, of course, to that creepy hair stain living fungally upon choadboy’s chin. We saw it with FerrellBag and now here with PudgeBag, busting the greatest Mt. Everest Hair on the site since, well, Mr. Everest.
Any guesses on the vertical measurement from ‘bag patch to top of head? I’m guessing at least 16 inches. 16 inches of pure uncut street scrote. That’s gotta be worth a small fortune in Tag Bodyshot bottles.
Speaking of the Bleethed out hottie on the right, a happy 39th Birthday to Yasmine Bleeth, the Hottie who remains our greatest cautionary tale to warn all hot chicks who dare to cohabitate with douchebaggery for any length of time. Yasmine, I don’t care if prolonged exposure to the Grieco turned you into the Bleeth from which all Bleeths take their name. I’d still love you by candlelight. And by love you, I mean flop sweat while staring at your boobs until you called the cops.
