Reader Mail
HH writes in:
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I almost got into a fight because of your site.
There was this raging douche-hole walking with this banging Inland Empire tramp. I asked my friend if he’d ever heard of Hot Chicks with Douchebags. The guy heard me, got up in my face and asked me, “Who you calling a douchebag?” I told him that a guy with enough machismo to attract a hot girl like that could never be a douchebag, which made him mad.
He shoved me a couple times, especially when I asked his girlfriend if this was part of his mating ritual. He eventually gave up when security guards asked him to calm down or leave. As he walked away, he yelled after me, “So where’s your girl?” to which I responded, “Why bring sand to the beach?”
-HH
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It is my dream to inspire club fights simply upon repeating the phrase, “Hot Chicks with Douchebags.” It is my dream for that simple four word expression to become a cultural mantra, a shaman-like spiritual invocation if you will. The “Klatu Barata Nikto” of scrotundery.
That is my dream.
Well, that and Mila Kunis dipped in strawberry ice cream yelling at me to get up and get her a chicken pot pie.
