A Sea of Choad
Wow, I’m pleased as JoeyPorsche spiked fruit punch to see the site getting so much attention these days. Pleased, because it means the world appreciates and understands the need, nay the Holy Compulsion, to shine the light of awareness into the deepest darkest corners of our societal douchebaggery and the hotties inexplicably drawn to them. Like Odysseus to the Sirens, Siddharta to his travels, or greased up muscle choads to jinormous bandanas, our hottie/douchey combos draw together by forces beyond their comprehension. And so we seek their liberation. And by liberation I mean separation. With a fire hose.
Let it be known, ‘bags, ‘bag hunters, hotties and bleeths, that collars continue to pop across this country as we speak. Baseball caps continue to tilt 10 degrees. Hand gestures are made. Bling is adorned.
We must fight this epic battle of wills through the sheer collective power of our gaze. We focus on the compulsion to ‘Bag and the urge to Scrote on hotties that lies within us all. And by confronting this crisis of identity, we purge the ‘Bag Within. We liberate the proverbial hottie to run free once again.
And by fight this epic battle, I mean mercilessly mock their pics on a daily basis by laughing at their utter douchosity. Then drooling on their pixelated hottie’s frozen boobage.
