Gaybag / Not a Gaybag
I know what you’re thinking. GayBag. And as you know, we’ve ruled previously that the essence of performative douchosity must come from a place of pursuit of the female. Therefore GayBags have been excluded from the douche oeuvre, the scrote catalog if you will.
This is not to say ambiguously Asian GayBags can’t also be douchebags. Only that I’ll be damned if I can pick a gay douchebag out of a lineup of gay non-Douchebags. Heck, they all look gay to me, I wouldn’t even know where to begin to define the douche parameters. I can spot a straight douche a mile away. But the gay douches? I haven’t the faintest clue. And since America still hasn’t figured out that Lindsey Graham is gay, clearly we have societal gaydar issues. So who am I to peg this dickie wearing turd as a GayBag or not.
So while he may be a GayBag, I’m going with the pic anyways. And Yellow Dress makes me want to Rescue Dawn with a side order of sticky rice.
Dammit, I hate when I go there with the Asian posts. “Sticky rice”? Terrible. But what are ya gonna do. It’s Monday and the DB1 is already pounding the HoHos and ‘Train. So forgive my sorry ass.
