Ferrigno 'Bag
One of the subcategories of ‘bag that is usually found in the greater Vegas area is the Ferrigno ‘Bag.
This is a douche-pud caught in mid morph between everyday Bruce Banner and The Metro Gender Confused Hulk. Somewhere in the nethers between the two states.
And by nethers, I mean nads.
Note Ferrigno Tool’s Mark of the ‘Bag on the forehead. The distinct shine that resembles schlong-n-balls. The spiritual marking of “Choad” is undeniable.
Angelic ski-slope-nose hottie has the perfect tiny chin of boobal perfection. I would share my teka maki, rainbow roll and Pino Grigio with her at Crazy Fish until she started complaining about how her father never loved her and her agent only sends her out for Skinimax “tastefully topless” acting roles.
Then I would pay the bill, drive her home, and hit on her roommate.
