Thursday, August 31, 2006
The Oily Wank
When one reaches a certain level of zen-douchitude, it’s apparently possible to grow hottie heads out of one’s shoulder.
How much do I hate this oily middle aged wank? It’s not just the ‘Bag Elvis Hand Gesture #36, the blond hilights or the fact the douche is wearing a flower belly shirt, a belly shirt, fer chrissakes.
Okay, yes, it is just all of that.
