HCwDotW: Labor Day 'Bag
In one of the tightest votings in awhile, Labor Day ‘Bag takes home the prize and is elevated into the Hall of Scrote edging out The Bas and Million Dollar Douchebag by the tip of his pink, ten degree tilted hat.
As Scrote M. Walsh succinctly puts it:
I clench my fists just looking at that picture. The hat, no shirt, played out tattoo, gay sunglasses and the hottest chick this side of the Missouri River.
Nicely put, Scrote M. douchebag out! summarizes the feelings of a few readers toward the Million Dollar ‘Bag’s interference in what appears to be quite the sapphic encounter:
Million Dollar Douche gets my vote. Not because he’s a Euro Douche (this f-er is as American as the Notre Dame Leprechaun). He wins ‘cuz his ugly ass f-ed up the picture…AND he has bitch tits. Get to the gym seamus.
mickey o’douche also lays the smackdown on the MDB:
it’s #3 no contest. The ladies are already in position and feeling frisky, whilst pseudo-Irish bag would simply require a quick uppercut to one of his man-breasts, and he’s off to his cosmetic surgeon for a replacement of his implant. And then, a quick costume change for the ladies, as I drape them in slinky brown-black capes suggestive of oreo cookies, and pop my creamy white body in betwixt them. Me likey cookie sex.
Heh. ten degree hat throws some scrote at the Bas:
On the other hand, Douche No. 1 has that smug, pretending-to-be disinterested-sneer, just too damn cool to even look at the camera, with the eyebrows, hair, half unbottoned shirt and his ten-degree-hat-wearing conjointed twin. His girl adds just enough perky girl next door sexiness to swing my vote to this vile slug of a douche.
But as Pixelated Abe says:
Gotta go with Labor Day Douche. He’s got the ultra hottie, 10 degree hat – Flaming Pink Edition, no shirt w/ Jesus tat combo, and he’s got his Douche-o-blockers on.
And so LDB’s our rank scrote of the week. Lets all rattle our Jesus Bling, fondle our tribal tats and grease up the forehead in LDB’s honor. This pic of rank douchitude comingling with luscious hotness is the personification of our ‘bag hunting goals here at HCwD and we should all stare at its unholy horrorshow until the pain seeps down deep into our pores like an extra layer of Axe Body Spray.
