Thursday, November 1, 2007
Jack Scrotington
What’s this? What’s this?
He’s douching everywhere.
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s Old Spice in the air.
I can’t believe my eyes! I must be dreaming.
Wake up hotts, this isn’t fair.
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s cornrows on that douche.
What’s this? What’s this?
He smells like cabbage, and something that rhymes with douche.
What’s this? What’s this?
A douchebag.
