Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

'Bag / Not a 'Bag

Is there still hope for the emergent douchosity of Blondy McFratchoad?

Is he simply partying like the proverbial rock star?

Or has he taken the deeper step towards deep dark douchitude, with no hope for cultural recourse?

And most importantly, would Pink Slip with the Egyptian Trim mind if I chewed on her used summer flip flops while licking every heart-dotted “i” found in her diary?

These are the questions that plague me.

And why my feet smell like Brie.