Douche La Hoya
Hottie has the brain-assploding reality of being a wholesome, absolutely delectable, chocolate strawberry girl next door flavor, yet she’s wearing a slip in a skeezy nightclub next to Oscar Douche La Hoya. How is this possible? The previous inflated cutie was at least Grieco-infected to a level where douche virus infection explained the hottie/douchey comingling.
But this? This I can not abide.
Put up the gloves, hottie! Watch his right hook! Douche La Hoya is a pro-douche boxer here. Hottie shouldn’t even be in the ring. She should be in my ring. And by ring, I mean a clever boxing euphemism for extended coitus.
And by hook, I mean an extended graphic torture sequence from a Japanese film directed by Takashi Miike. Involving fish hooks. And boiling tempura oil. And wasabe.
