Look at this ass right here, he looks totally douche-tastic,
you can take your suit off now asshole and come buy me a drink
I have this small problem. I have a tattoo, one I got a long time ago, in fact I don’t even remember when I got it, probably amidst some drunken night back freshman when things like ‘going to times square’ were cool. The tattoo is imprinted directly on my forehead and reads ‘I Love Douchebags’. Now I know what you’re thinking ‘Kim why would you want such a tattoo put on your forehead’. And to be honest folks, I don’t ever remember it being there in the first place, but without fail every time I go out, I attract assholes better than free lube night on Fire Island.
Fire Island would like to thank the makers of the banana bottom
Case in point, Friday night in a trendy lounge I met a very heroic man who had the strength and courage to wear his suit out to the bar at midnight. Now what kind of strong brave solider would do this kind of formality? Well, I know! Sir Douche-a-lot! Ah Yes, Sir Douche-A-Lot noticed the tattoo on my forehead and came promptly over to speak with me. I asked him about his suit-in-bar and he explained to me that only the bravest of all solider must wear his uniform at all times, he explained he had a very important “financial job” at a very important place called “Wachovia”. I asked him if this ‘important’ job had the title of “Teller”. He explained that it did not and seemed to scowl at the idea of it. No no, this man was far too important that he must wear his suit at all time, even in a 90 degree bar at midnight, as he never knows when he might need to do things like ‘count money’ or ‘make coffee’ for someone.
He seemed confused that I didn’t enjoy how important him and his Wachovia job was being that I did have the asshole tattoo on my forehead. His friend even suggested he take his jacket off, but no, did the Spartans in 300 take their metal breast plates off? NO!
Case in point, Friday night in a trendy lounge I met a very heroic man who had the strength and courage to wear his suit out to the bar at midnight. Now what kind of strong brave solider would do this kind of formality? Well, I know! Sir Douche-a-lot! Ah Yes, Sir Douche-A-Lot noticed the tattoo on my forehead and came promptly over to speak with me. I asked him about his suit-in-bar and he explained to me that only the bravest of all solider must wear his uniform at all times, he explained he had a very important “financial job” at a very important place called “Wachovia”. I asked him if this ‘important’ job had the title of “Teller”. He explained that it did not and seemed to scowl at the idea of it. No no, this man was far too important that he must wear his suit at all time, even in a 90 degree bar at midnight, as he never knows when he might need to do things like ‘count money’ or ‘make coffee’ for someone.
He seemed confused that I didn’t enjoy how important him and his Wachovia job was being that I did have the asshole tattoo on my forehead. His friend even suggested he take his jacket off, but no, did the Spartans in 300 take their metal breast plates off? NO!
ahh Mel, such a brave warrior
He said he needed to leave it on, least he be confused with the common folk that do not have important Wachovia jobs.
Wachovia, only breeding the best assholes around
Wachovia, because you're money should be protected by an asshole
