The Tipping Point
Many ‘bag hunting grasshoppers ask me, “DB1, ‘Bag Master of all things hottie/douchey, how do we know when a fair maiden has become tainted through so much overwhelming exposure to radioactive douchitude that she herself becomes Bleethed to a point of unredeemability?”
And I meditate on this question.
I study the wafts of Tag bodyshots and hair gels that circle the hottie like a million digital Griecos and Kid Rock ‘Bags on the hunt in some teal/pink Say Challo to My Littel Frend club, and I ponder.
At what point does a hottie cross? At what point does she become so denatured by extensive exposure to ‘bags head butting her and choke holding for pics that she ends up on the far side of the river Styx? Trapped forever in Dante’s Douchebag Hell, never to return. A stage-4 terminal Bleeth infection like the one pictured here.
So where is the tipping point between redeemable stage-2 and forever lost deep stage-3?
Let us meditate on this. We must still find that locus where no amount of ‘bag-antibiotics can reach a hottie as she slips down the greasy path of sideways hand gestures and excessive bling. Never to return from the land of the greasy foreheads and people who wear brand-name gibberish on their arms, like this sackless knob.
