Friday, March 28, 2008
No Point
Proving yet again that douchebaggery can be more than the sum of its parts, Pointy McVulcan sets off brushfires off the coast of Paraguay through the sheer force of his facial asstastery.
Check it out: No bling. No popped collar. No annoying hat tilt. Only one massive douche hand gesture, and yet the ‘bag factor is off the charts.
Or maybe it’s Diana, the curvy girl from my Sophomore year econ-1 class who sat directly in front of me, was a business major, and smelled like guava shampoo.
Oh Diana. How I miss not talking to you during lecture.
Her cupcakes were manna from heaven. If manna were boobie manna.
