Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The DB1 Heads to Vegas…
The Heart of Doucheness…
That’s right. This weekend, your humble narrator journeys undercover back to the land of glittery palaces of narcissistic scrotundae hitting on young hott suckle thighs while rubbing their abs for the camera.
Tasty Hostess products will be consumed. Bottles of Night Train will be drank.
My first trip since beginning work on my book three years ago.
I will seek evidence of new signs of party douche who deserve mock, while doing my best to liberate the boobie hotties who know not for whom they suckle.
Perhaps for a sequel?
In fact, eagle-eyed reader A.R. already captured a pic of my car.
Wish me luck…
If I don’t make it back, carry on the fight between good and hair grease in service of hottie suckle without me.
