Tony the Tilter
Last week really didn’t have enough superior hottie/douchey scrotiffery to warrant an HCwDB of the Week, so your scruffy narrator’s gonna skip this week’s contest, and instead, move us straight to the choad mocking and boob lusting.
Instead, here’s a picture of advanced hat tilter, Tony, demonstrating that uberscrotebaggery can often only be marked by one clear sign.
Note that Tony has no other douchetributes. No bling. No collar pop. No facial pubes.
Just a hat that is tilting in four dimensions. This is the Ph.D. of Hat-Tiltery. Do not try this at home.
And, of course, let us celebrate the two pouty brunettes who want me to water their plants while they’re backpacking through Europe for the summer. Which I would, after only minimal protest. And I would cancel my own vacation plans to do so.
For they are peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly. On rye. With a Fresca.
