Two Angels and a Grub
There comes a time in every ‘bag hunter’s life when you stumble across a pic so confusing, so perplexing, and so overwhelmingly hottie/douchey that you just want to take a two hour shower and scrub furiously.
This may not be one of those times. But it’s close.
I want to stare at these two absolutely fantastic beauties on the left, but this pale skinny ball of douche-wax refuses to let my soul find peace. He torments me with his scrotiness. He pours acid on my spirit. He pollutes my vision with his taint.
And seriously, this blond euro-hottie is just too good for words. Her dark haired sidekick is even better. And just look at how they’re gazing at me. They want the DB1. I don’t blame them. I’m a tasty little piece. Even if I do smell like cheap wine, beer, cigs and sewer rat. It’s all part of my oblique charm.
