Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Eurobag
So I’m buying my bagel and YooHoo this morning at the local Korean deli, when this old lady taps me on the shoulder.
Old lady: “Excuse me, sonny. Can you tell me how one can look like a douche while groping a hott in Europe?”
Excuse me? I responded.
Old lady: “The Eurodouche! How does it work? I’m talking without the Ed Hardy, bling, kissy lips and orange tan. How can we identify a Eurodouche mugging a Eurohott?”
Two words, I responded. Bedazzled jeans.
And then I handed her this pic.
She thanked me and bought a dozen lottery tickets.
The moral of this story is never look an alpaca in the teats.
Yup, your humble narrator is making no sense again. I blame the Yoohoo’s sugary chocolate goodness.
