Name That 'Bag
We’ve examined many categories of the ‘bag/hott. But here’s one that is tough to pinpoint on the douchestrological spectrum.
There’s a sense of Trustfundbaggery at work in this Vegas nightmare. But is he your standard Trustabaggian? Or perhaps greasy Eurobag? Or classic Waspy inheritance flaunting Hamptonsbag?
Alls I know is I would lead a large hiking expedition led by a team of Canadian Huskies in search of the softest spot of right Brunette’s posterior flesh mounds. When asked why I spent six months of my life exploring her hindquarters of fleshy perfection, I would simply respond, Because it was there.
Then, after a long pause, I would add, And because it’s a really nice butt.
But the reporter would leave that last part off.