Batman leaving Sunday morning brunch at the University of Delaware.
The things you see at DC Metro stops truly amaze sometimes.
Things that are frowned upon: being that creepy old man who reads the sex section of the newspaper in public.
Things that are NOT frowned upon: being that creeper who catches his picture.
What’s safer than a crowded metro? When the rednecks make sure to bring their switchblades!!
Lucky Dad? More like a walking (crutching?) oxymoron.
SUBWAY DOUCHERY : The Douchifier
Perfectly weathered (…and purchased that way) ball cap? CHECK! Boot cut Diesel jeans? Ch-Ch-Check it out! Flip Flops, the most unprotected unnecessarily dangerous footwear to ever consider wearing in an urban environment where broken class is as common as asphalt? YOU KNOW IT! So many douchy bases covered you’re like a gigantic douche blanket wrapping us in the mirth of your douchosity. But something is missing? What could be the one douche move that would seperate the man from the boy?
BOOM! Hell, I wouldn’t even have though of it! You hoisted that leg high onto the pole that is exclusively for people to hold for balance, like it was a keg of Natty Light back at the frat house. You whipped out your cell phone in a relaxed position and began to text “chicks” or “tail” or “bottoms” like the good ol’ days of college! All of us will be happy to climb around your gangly ass leg!
PUT THE LEG DOWN! PUT THE PHONE AWAY! AND GROW THE HELL UP!
*** I was a theatre nerd in college anyway. THANKS to my man Tim C. for dropping this pick in the Douche InBox! Keepin’ hope alive! Keep on Douchin’ ***
I think we’re going to like this blog here at Confessions…
