Thursday, January 4, 2007
Scrotey Opie
Don’t hate the playah, hate this douchebag.
He’s like a mini’bag, a ‘bag in training. Taking his first hesitant steps into the world of douchebaggery. A skull bandana the size of Trenton. Cheek grease. Two gallons of Axe Body Spray (presumably). Welcome to douchebaggery, Scrotey Opie. Judging by what you’ve caught, you’ve now become convinced to continue down the douche path.
Fifty bottles of Night Train to the first person who can definitively determine whether this Holy Cleavite is a fully natural occurance or is enhanced through artificial means. Not that it really matters. Librarian Hotties are the key to the DB1’s heart (as well as other areas), and Pearls here makes me happy to be alive.
Scrotey Opie, definitely not.
