Cheeky Friday
You wanted a classic inverted douche sandwich to go with your Friday nite?
You got it.
Not only that, but I’ll toss in the most fantastic cheeks since Mo played in the backcourt for Philly in the 80s, an uber-scrote of mythic proportions, and enough red cups to send the whole kit and caboodle into a state of douche Nirvana overload.
Speaking of, who exactly were Kit and Caboodle? And more importantly why are those two luscious cupcakes embracing a giant oily douchebag while I sit here on my floor scratching my rash and downing PBRs?
Why ask why?
It’s Friday night. Open a bottle of the ‘Train and toast your red cup to the unholy douchebaggery of this pic. It was a good week for pics. Next week’s HCwDotW contest is gonna be a doozy. I don’t even know how we’ll get down to just three of this week’s monstrosity/hottie combos.
But there’s one thing I do know.
Velvet underwear. The world needs more velvet underwear.
