Late Nite Douche Club
Yeah it’s late. But reading the excellent deconstructions of our own King D the IV for the HoS, I couldn’t help but genuflect.
And when I genuflect, I need some scrote to mock and some hotts, even milfy ones, to keep me company.
This means you, alien tough guy doucheface.
Your mom is hott. So’s your sister. Now get the hell out of the pic before I grab your designer ‘tags and yank.
In other good news, the site won a Webby in the Culture/Personal blog category.
As part of my acceptance speech, I’d like to thank The Gator. No really. For being the heaping Britdouche primal force of greased up wrongness that drives me on a daily basis to save the hott women from their clutches, he deserves my thanks. And by thanks, I mean a cracked up rhesus monkey flinging week old poo.
Alas, alack, it’s late at night. Time to celebrate The Webby with a tasty plastic cup of Thunderbird.
And a HoHo.
Because HoHos are good.
