For some odd reason I found myself typing ‘douchebag’ into google. Probably to see if I could find anyone talking about how cool I am. I soon landed upon a website of sheer comedic social commentary genius.
Ever go to a bar or some random party and see your average Laguna Beach saturated barbie girl being nor cal’d to death by every strap on sporting Famous Stars and Straps, diamond earrings and a popped collar? As if these women were buckets of chum floating around in shark filled waters, the guy that runs this site is the Jacques Cousteau of doucheanic studies.
Behold the blog site that is Hot Chicks with Douchebags
Certain club choads have such intense powers of dark douchebaggery, they can mutate hotties into sponanteous douchebaguettes with merely a touch of their greasy paws.
From stage-1 innocent to stage-4 Bleeth in under 60 seconds. It’s like an Infiniti G37 test drive. If instead of a luxury car, you were test driving a shopping cart filled with aardvark spittle.
Witness Pinky. Pinky’s double collar pop and 85 degree pink hat tilt is a swirling cyclone of ‘bag. A typhoon of earthquake rattling wank.
Pity the once sweet cutie, nearly passing out from stage-4 Douche Virus overload.
She cannot come back from the dark side of Yang-scrote. The power of Pinky compels her. And no douchesorcism can cure that fetid jungle swamp mulch.
Gotta love them fucked up old kids who can keep a blogging job for over a month.