PooBag of the Week: Disco Pilgrim
I had a hard time coming up with a name for this pic, so props go to i bling for coming up with the name “Disco Pilgrim” in the comments section. We’ll rechristen this poobag by that name for our subsequent HCwD of the Month contest in a few weeks.
It was a solid win for D.P. here (ahem…), who’s attempts at showing Male Cleavite swung a lot of votes his way, even as many felt that T-Rex and Bubble Couch Boy had hotter hotties on the HC side of the equation (although you can’t argue with those legs).
Or as Scrote M. Walsh puts it:
Part of being a douche is having a contrived image. Generally it’s over-compensation for a lack of personality, advancing age, low IQ or sub-4″ penis. Whatever #2’s reasoning (surely all 4) he is just trying too hard, with the man-cleaving shirt, hideous white collar and spooge-stained jeans. It helps his chicka (sans man chin) has a killer body.
Hard to argue with that astute analysis. Pinkus also breaks it down:
#2. because i choked on my vomit and i gotta get something out of it.
Well put, Pinkus. Well put.
jem offers a female point of view, and casts her vote for the T-Rex:
#1 – he scares the @#$@ out of me
Iowa Douche Cannon throw’s some “love” (and by “love” I mean spew) Bubble Couch’s way:
Had to think about this one for a while. At 1st I was going to go with #2 as his douche credentials are obvious and appauling.
But the more I looked at #3, it came to me how subtley and truely evil he was. He is “under the radar douche” appearing just cool enough to seduce a fine stripperesque hottie back to the bubble couch. Where, once its to late, she might notice the smirk, the greased hair, the lazy eye, the….oh god, oh jesus h tapdancing CHRIST! What is that? What is that bulge in his jeans? By her hands!
HE STUFFS HIS POCKETS!
HA AH HA AH HAH AH AH HA HA!!!!!
Solid round everyone. Next week is going to be a doozy, as we’ve had some fantastic pics this week. Props to all the ‘bag hunters out there sending me pics, apologies if I don’t always write back. Being broke, unemployed, and hooked on the Night Train and Kelloggs Frosted Mini-Wheats takes it’s toll on a douchebag.
