Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

Herpster Frank is Not Really a Hustler

It is, how the kids say, ironical.

Librarian Patricia is stern in her warnings to me not to extend my allotted time at the microfiche machine. I apologize, but her disciplinarian stance requires me to shine her boots using ony a nearby dishrag and a gallon of egg whites. I apologize profusely. But Patricia is not moved. And so I whimper softly in the 600.00-600.75 section. Which covers technology.

Sleazy Chet Fondles Monique's Tatas

Something I’ve noticed over the years of douche mock. Canted camera angles only heighten the stench of hottie/douchey wrongness.

An ethereal smell of gouda spittle is brought about by the mise-en-scene simply through the display of early German Expressionist camera framing.

Like Fritz Lang directing the Jersey Shore.

Stench is increased through the collision of aesthetics and thematics working at cross purposes.

I have no idea what I’m saying. I will now flagellate myself with a well read copy of Beowulf.

Happy 2014!!

Happy New Year!!

May all of your wildest dreams come true in 2014.

And may the douchenozzles macking on the hotts continue to be shunned and mocked by an evolving society that can and must know better.