Monday, August 25, 2008
South Bleach
Yeech. I feel itchy.
It’s like some stigmatic Gloria Estefan Miami Douche Machine by way of a tanker truck of Axe Bodyspray overturning on South Beach during pledge week.
I’d like to think underneath all that Floridian douche plague, Miami Chiquita is a sweet innocent hott waiting to get out. But alas, alack, there is no return from stage-4 South Beach Douchebaguette. Only mocking.
The crown on the Yankee Cap may be a new low in douchal blight. The six inches of underwear and neckglasses only furthering the wrong.
I…
Heck, lets just move on.
