Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Douche 2.0: The Herpster
Lets hear it for the herpsters!
For without their farm-to-table Movember asswankery, sweet cupcakes like Marissa might be forced to date someone who doesn’t cheat on her at Burning Man.
As Rashi once said, you can’t spell artisanal without anal.
hmm, except for the douche hand signal, head tilts, face grooming and way-too-smug-howsaboutIpunchyouinthe chops poses, these fags seem okay to me.
I thought the Amish didn’t let you take pictures of them. It steals part of their soul or something.
Mennonites Gone Mild!
Ezekiel is having some fun on his Rumspringa. Rumspringa, I says.
Anabaptists Gone Anal!
Where’s John Wilkes Booth when you need him?
Three Chicks and a Cup
Rashi also said, “Get the fuck off my lawn!”
He Just Eats Patchouli and Wreaks
Uh, “Reeks”. ^ I’m a Dumbass
These people have boring sex.
How does one fly ironically from Brooklyn to Vegas to get your douche on?