Tony Broma
Just when I think our months of research has uncovered every permutation of douche hand gesture, along comes Tony. With mandana, ring finger of scrote, and the most punch-worthy douche face since yesterday’s Punch-face, Broma is at least an extended ass-kicking away from restoring some semblance of balance to the universe.
And how delightful is Shawna’s awkward, shy, yet oozingly sexual smile?
I would hunt down fin-clipped flying roe in an indoor tropical bio-equarium while blindfolded with electric eels in the hopes that the subsequent splashing would awaken a nearby sheep whose wool was once sheered to make her childhood blankie.
Hers is the sexualized yet innocent paradox of the pinnacle of feminine beauty that drives artists to madness and the rest of us to war.
