Sunday Explosion o' Douche
I got yer Sunday douchitude right here.
There’s so many levels of wrongness exploding in this pic it’s like a Roman Caligula inspired orgy of hottie/douchey insanity. A giant inflated water-balloon of douche exploding in your face like some giant squashed tomato of ‘baggery. It is unholy decrepit Grieco virus expanding like digital slime across the pixelated wasteland of your screen.
And for that, I toast my bowl of frosted mini-wheats to it. For it is truly HCwD worthy.
Note the hand gestures as these stage-3 Hotties circle their toilet-bowl of douchitude, pulled in by his vortex of scrote like they’re caught in the currents off Kalalau Beach. Disinfectant is needed, stat, at which point I would take hotties #1, #2 and #4 of for reeducation, leaving hottie #3 behind to tend to douche-face here. Because even a ball of rankness like Sneery needs love.
