The Return of Grinny McCheesy
Grinny McCheesy, master cockblocksman who ruined my Thursday night last week, is still at at. Turns out he’s a friend of a friend, and by friend I mean poo.
Our mutual friend, and by friend I mean turd, sent me this pic of Grinny swarming a gaggle of cute last night and alerts me that the swath of douchitude the McCheese is cutting across Los Angeles is rapidly becoming legendary.
For my fellow Los Angeles denizens I’m putting out an Amber Douchelert. Be on the lookout for a tall, gangly stringbean who interrupts hottie talk by crashing into the conversation and spilling his vodka and soda on your jacket. Key signs that you are in the presence of McCheese include observing the rapid spread of douche virus, and the vague scent of burning wormwood.
Anyone to acquire evidence of Grinny caught in the act of spreading his douchitude gets a free HCwD t-shirt. Send all pic evidence, and by evidence I mean spew, to me, DB1.
Beware the McCheesy. For he is scrote.
