Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dung
As we head into Thanksgiving, I thought we should collectively contemplate the Dungbag.
Not to be confused with Fung, Dung is that sneaky type of stage 1 or stage 2 ‘bag. The type without a job who wears guyliner into the bar where he works and reads emo books by candlelight. The type whose pasty ass and stupid pickup lines we all laugh at.
Until he snags Rachel.
The hott of hotts you knew in college. Sweet and funny and making a great salary as a junior executive. The type who cries at Pixar films and laughs at your jokes.
Yet somehow she’s dating Dung.
And the world is shaken off-kilter by the smell of uberpoo-osity once again.
