Saturday, September 8, 2007
Suckling at the Douche Teat
It’s bad enough I’ve got a hangover the size of a Buick.
But to roll out of bed and regard two juicy juice bouncing balls of hot playing bling hockey in front of a giant wall of checkerboard douchitude, is definitely not helping.
Even worse, this Abtastic Clown is none other than The Kitchen ‘Bag, demonstrating an Ab Lobster and Peaches level of douche-move revelatory consistency.
The rage factor is high with this one. Not even Blondie’s cool arching back can quench that fire.
