Thursday, September 20, 2007
'Bag Island
What once seemed a trend has exploded into full blown cultural ubiquity: Hottie/Douchey boat mating.
I’m not sure why the presence of lounging around with Miller Lites on a motorboat brings out the inner hot-chick justification to show off her wares to neighboring scrotewanks.
But what is it about the presence of boat that allows ocean turds to float onto dry land like shriveled whale poo?
Take Grinny McPud here. Rides on the short bus? Perhaps. Ignores the hott grinding into him in favor of a “Hey dude, we rock!” gesture to a compatriot choad? Definitely.
And so we write “balls” on his head. And lust for blonde ambition.
