Bluntbag Lives
Last August, after endless commercials playing “You’re Beautiful, You’re Beautiful” made me want to sodomize nuns, I gave BluntBag an honorary HCwD of the Month. Figuring this skinny tube of toothpaste would soon be relegated to poker chip games with Adam Duritz and Mark McGrath, I blocked his pale, pasty visage from my mind’s eye.
Of course I’d heard the supermodel rumors. But I performed a mental “la la la, I can’t hear you!” and with the power of selective consciousness, was able to continue my life.
But this pic, courtesy of The Superficial, is just too damn much. If anything proves the power of the BluntBag’s unholy scrotilicious douchitude, this is it.
Please tell me this ‘bag cut a deal with the Devil and will be playing pound the cornhole with Leopold and Loeb in the afterlife. Otherwise I can’t accept the reality of this wrongness. It’s like having an electric drill shoved into my uvula.
