Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

Where's Waldouche?: Arizona State Edition

Somewhere in this pileup of Arizona State Woo Girls, I’ve carefully hidden a standard issue Fratbag.

Look closely.

Can you find him?

Joaby Sings The Douche

Reader Joaby finds inspiration from the site, and a little John Williams, and contributes the following to the growing list of HCwDB Anthems:

Douchebag (Oh What A DoucheBag).

Reader Mail: HCwDB on MTV

EDIT: Got a takedown request, so swapped it out with this pic of Jonah Hill douching it up.

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Scent of a Douche writes in about the show:

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DB1,

– Scent of a Douche
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To take our mission of hottie/douchey mocking to the next level, we must go where few have gone before and returned without trucker cap and hat tilt. But journey we must as we continue down the path of societal enlightenment.

Give it a chance. Not everything can or should translate from website to show, but I think we’re making some hilarious, compelling, and scrote mockingly enjoyable TV.

But you will always have the site. My fridge is stocked with bottles of Thunderbird, tasty processed sugar cakes, and plenty of emails in the folder to go through to keep the site rocking while I sit around and scratch myself and dream of boobie hottie suckle thigh.

Three Letters to ‘Bag

It’s early on a Tuesday morning in smoggy, hazy Los Angeles.

As I contemplate what the minimum signifiers are needed to transform one into ‘bag in presence of sexy hottness, I realize something. Sometimes you need nothing more than a tiny three Chinese letter tatt.

That’s it.

Wendell here goes from creepy asshat earning a middle aged nottadouche into a full blown scrote. All due to three little Chinese letters.

How small a thing can mark douche? We now know.

Mmm. Appreciations for green bikinis go nicely with breakfast.

Three Letters to 'Bag

It’s early on a Tuesday morning in smoggy, hazy Los Angeles.

As I contemplate what the minimum signifiers are needed to transform one into ‘bag in presence of sexy hottness, I realize something. Sometimes you need nothing more than a tiny three Chinese letter tatt.

That’s it.

Wendell here goes from creepy asshat earning a middle aged nottadouche into a full blown scrote. All due to three little Chinese letters.

How small a thing can mark douche? We now know.

Mmm. Appreciations for green bikinis go nicely with breakfast.

Swiffer Head

Okay, this is the second time we’ve seen this type of Swiffer Head in four days.

What type of hair is that? I don’t know whether to mock its douchey ridiculousness or clean the dust off my counter tops.

And I see you, Red Bulled up blondes.

You are nice. Brunette is naughty.

Together, you talk endlessly about last night’s Grey’s Anatomy until I grow bored and fall asleep.

Jack O’Scrotey

While Jack is all that’s creepy in Miami beach DJ douche culture, we should at least give him props for getting out of the way so we can appreciate Brunetta’s swan-like suckle neck.

Meanwhile, Jack is making the maritime hand signal for “it burns when I pee.”

Jack O'Scrotey

While Jack is all that’s creepy in Miami beach DJ douche culture, we should at least give him props for getting out of the way so we can appreciate Brunetta’s swan-like suckle neck.

Meanwhile, Jack is making the maritime hand signal for “it burns when I pee.”

Et Tu, Douchus?

Hark! What is this douchebag I see before me? Tudo has some yeast. And Juliet is the Bleeth.

A hose! A hose! My kingdom for a hose!

“Poolius Caesar” — Act II. Scene IV.

Pointy Guy

Hey there, Pointy Guy! Quick question: Do you see a camera?

You do?

Point it out for me.

Okay, thanks.

170 Degree Yellow Hat Tilt says, “Don’t forget to vote in the Weekly!”