Bobby McNobby
It’s always a little weird laughing at greasy douchefaces during the holidays and heading into the New Year.
I feel like I should be festive.
I should forgive these scrote-stooges their rank body odor and culturally offensive garb. I should indulge their kissy lips and hand gestures while they grease all over a young plaything.
But then I remember I’m doing God’s work.
By working out our boobie lust and ‘bag rage through the privileging of hott/scrote within the simulacra of mutual disgust, we help to affect change. In other words, by ragging on the poo, we ensure a happy New Years for all.
So when we put it that way, it’s all good.
Happy New Year, Bobby McNobby. Now take your chin fungus, your ‘bag hand gesture, the hovering bottle of Goose, and blow it out your A/E. 2008 just called. It says you’re going down.
