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Spy on Vegas: The Muted Mutation

So where did all those rank stench pics that fueled the HCwDB run (2006-2014) actually come from?

A question I used to get a lot. The short answer: submissions. I was (and am) far too lazy to do any real work on the internets. So I relied on the kindness of douche mocking strangers to fill my site with mock fuel.

However, in a loaf pinch, there was one main go-to source if a pic of toxic cohabit was needed on short notice. The always hot-or-twatriffic Spy on Vegas.

That weekly smorgasboard of professionally photographed flop sweat and overpriced bottle service fueled many a rant on this humble corner of pop culture detritus oh so many moons ago.

Sadly for Douche Mock, happy for real life, a recent visit to Spy on Vegas shows how much things have changed. When Douches became sentient, sometime around late 2011 (my working theory is that Cyberdyne installed social media filtration behavior modification nanobots in their Axe hair-gel), douche face, ‘bag hand gesture, and all remaining simian asswafflery receded to the memories of a simpler, more mock-worthy era.

Today, modern Day ‘bags have learned to blend when camera is present. For example: Smile politely. Dress only in black. Make no hand gestures. Display only minimal peacockery to signal the females of the species that their alpha dog status remains hugamabob and grindular.

In checking my old stomping grounds, the Vegas Wonkery is still present.

But far more muted than in its hair spike heyday.

And so it goes in the age of post-postbaggery.