Mister America
I know what you’re wondering.
Who’s that burning hunk of masculine sexuality in the Mister America shirt, frying a hole through your retinas with his greasy Eurodouche?
Why it’s none other than legendary site fave Velveeta ‘Bag, who has demonstrated extreme Euroskeeze, as well as a distinct resemblance to a Sleestak, here, and here.
What Velveeta ‘Bag demonstrates is that when a ‘bag reaches a superior state of rarified douchosity, the specificities of that douchuousness are not confined to any particular “look” or “style.” The Douche Master can morph and transmutate his inner grease into any number of different scrotey and highly nauseating looks.
Note the “Faith” underwear poking over his douchey belt buckle, as well as two shapely lithe doe cuties pulled into his greasy orbit. And, like any douche superhero, Velveeta’s got a Kato-‘bag sidekick. Dude looks like that British grunge singer one-hit-wonder who married my future ex-wife, Gwen Stefani.
