Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Smirk


Nothing gives away douche punk quite like the smirk.

Yes, you’ve got an Angelina Jolie Pout by your side, Smirky McShavedchest. Your sunglasses bend and refract space/time with the power of deep introspection. And your flaccid torso has the pale limp deadness of the grilled chicken they serve at the Olive Garden.

But it’s your smirk that stamps douche in bright shining starlight letters on your forehead.

Jolie’s pouty lips are marshmallows of hot chocolate. Her pink bra-like bikini makes only the faintest pretense at holding back her burgeoning and powerful Xena-like sexuality.

And you, my smirking friend, need a sock full of camel poo to that smirk. And then all will be right again.

# posted by douchebag1

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