Atomic Douche
This one’s for those of you complaining we haven’t feature enough of the Classic ‘Bags lately. Here’s a scrote as All Douchinian as Glinty’s Levis or CactusHead’s Jesus bling.
Rule #52 of Zen ‘Baggery: A t-shirt featuring an airbrushed rendition of your head in the exact same position as your actual head is ur-Douche. Meta-douche. Self reflexive Douchosity. Post modern douchitude.
In short, it’s really really douchey.
Add in a mircophone, aluminum foil teeth, and what appears to be Chocolate Turtle Bling, and Douche-Om enlightenment has been attained.
Factor in the hottest woman you will never be in the same room with, even if her badge implies she was paid to be there, and all the elements to form Atomic Douche have been achieved.
This pic could stop an army in its tracks. Hitchcock used to build entire plot twists around pics this painful. If this pic were an opera it would shatter champaigne flutes. If this pic were The Arc of the Covenant we’d have to cover our eyes or our faces would melt off.
It’s the perfect Sunday HCwD implosion to go with your Mimosas and scrambled eggs.
