The poet Christopher Cunningham linked this blog on his blog along with a mention of my blog so I'm blogging to mention both blogs because we're both really, really white and love blogging while drinking our microbrews/wine. Anyway, this may be my new favorite site. It's called Hot Chicks with Douche Bags and it's amazing.
I'm going to watch Game 2 of the short series in the Bronx now. If the Sox cough up both games, expect an acerbic and entirely irrational blog entry tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy the hot chicks and the douche bags.
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ahh the beauty of a chuckle at the expense of chinstrap-sportin', hottie-courtin', extra-smooth douchebaggery of that caliber. fun, huh?
oh, and I'm writing this after going to the local organic farmer's market with my aussie shepherd, stella blue, aaaand having consumed a local microbrew while waiting for my to-go brunch. beat that, whitey...
hey, but I suppose me n'obama would be pals, with our elitest selves. except for I'm broke from my "saturday morning elitism." go figure...
also the writing is amusing at HCWDB, to wit:
"...I would compose sonnets of free verse in Farsi if it meant I could Salman your Rushdies for a fortnight while fighting off Fezzik by sword, left-handed, near the pit of despair..."
I love HCWDB for the simple reason that I can allow myself to feel superior to those chin-strappin', fake-tannin' scrotes despite the fact that some of them are sleeping with these irrationally hot women. It really is quite the punch in the arm for a guy like mye, who was systematically ignored by 99% of hot chicks in his single days.
I can't beat your white story, but I can say that last night my wife and I were drinking organic wine and talking for hours about what is best for poor people. That's pretty white, too.
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