Thursday, August 9, 2007
'Bag / Not a 'Bag
I have to be fair to ambiguously Russian Sergei Ivanadouche here. Other than the unbuttoned shirt and some vaguely bizarre hair weave, there aren’t really enough douchebaggery signifiers to stamp him Scrote.
Well, other than the fact he’s got three macarena princesses rubbing up against him like hallucinogenic kittens and I’m sitting here on my floor flicking dried Joes Os off my rug.
So what say you? Is the douche-face and the ridiculous silk shirt enough to qualify Sergei as ‘bag? And more importantly, would suckling on brunette’s shoulder blade like an infant goat get me arrested in Tennessee?
