Joey Porsche and Friends
Yes, old friend Joey Porsche wanted to bring his ‘bagaholics by and remind you to vote in the HCwDB of the Week contest by scrolling down.
There’s really nothing like a gang-douche posse of kissy lips, giant block letter shirts, and greased up cheeks tackling a stage-4 Bleethed out and unredeemable hottie in a purple dressing room.
It’s got that lovely je ne sais quoi misty scent of uberdouchebaggery. The kind that fries eggs over-easy on your dashboard and sterilizes bullfrogs with ominous environmental impact.
This pic is beyond simply disurbing. It enters the realm of philosophical catch-22. Does the colletive douche-grope inspire the kissy lips? Or do the kissy lips inspire the douche-grope?
Which came first, the Axe Bodyshots of the hair gel?
