Monday, February 9, 2009
The Everpresent Hoverbag
We have been coving Hoverbags on this site for many a chin pube.
The Hoverbag, defined as any wankscrote, douchey or not, who decides to muck up a good sapphic kiss through redundant pointing and stupid-face, is detailed at length in my book.
And yet new manifestations and fungal growths of this sub-species of annoying-douche continue to sprout like so much mold in DJ Bello’s bathroom.
And each time, I want to squirt some bleach-based cleanser in their face until they get the hell out of the frame.
For the nth time, Hoverbags, no one cares about you. No one is looking at you.
Now get the hell out of the garage and go fetch me a chicken pot pie. I’m enjoying the show.
