Douchebags are even more prevalent than the Hipsters and Scene Kids, but are on another level of annoying. I wonder if Douchebags know they are Douchebags? They have over run the local bar I used to frequent, funny how they seem to take creadit for discovering something that has been there for years. Across the street there is a Douchebag themed bar, everting a Douchebag could ever want in a “club” want be VIP area, lame Dj has a train hour, spends too much time on the microphone and not on the decks. His tracks are old stale, hie style is so 10 years ago. Perfect for those not in the know.
Fight the power!!! Every IT guy has thought of this prank. I have had the pleasure of working with some very good people and a very few bad ones. May poor managers act in god like fashion feeling the minions have no recourse. Nice to see an underling extending the middle finger to management.
This falls under the WTF & OH SHIT RUN categories. The scariest thing any one can here is “Hi we are from the government and we are here to help you”. Is there ever a reason for a “news blackout”. Who does this help? Why do such a thing?
What I want to see is normal citizens with radiation detectors down wind and down stream to report there findings.
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer, more beer
When I get home from work and I’m dyin’ of thirst
All I want is more beer
I run into the kitchen and I tear off my shirt
All I want is more beer
Open up a six pack I’ll be downin’ it first
All I want is more beer
I can open up and finish faster than you
All I want is more beer
Gonna kill a case or maybe two
All I want is more beer
If there was no more beer then what would we do
All I want is more beer
More beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer, more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
And when I wake up in the morning
My mouth’s all parched and dry, parched and dry
And I crawl to the refrigerator
And I peek inside
And I feel like somebody drove nails
Into my head and eyes
And I’m hoping and I’m praying
I hope there’s one more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
You will never party this hard, ever in you sad pathetic life!!!!!
I mean look at this image. You have everything, obese cross-dressers, furies in denial, clos play midgets and a Blues Brothers want to be in the back ground. David LaChapelle has not gone this far with his imagery. I dream of taking a picture like this one day.
