What more can be said about the head?

Not much, really. Chin pubes and fauxhawk gives old ladies the runs. As duke of douchester puts it:

This is a guy in the Greek system that was allowed to join solely to reach a numbers quota. He has nothing to add to the party. He's the biggest douche of the douches, pure and simple.

Alas, the Dude With a lot of Popped Collars, like Ricky before him, will remain a myth and a legend of ancient lore. A cult scroter, if you will. But, as douchetorious b.a.g. puts it, he's no Ricky:

DWALOPC's is no Ricky. Yeah he may have a following, but nobody rocked like Ricky. Nobody. Period. But who knows, he may grow on me. And by grow on me i mean cause me to find him and unpop his collars with a Hattori Hanzo.

For the populist we-the-people 'bag/hottie combos never seem to be able to overcome the giant Armani Exchange proboscis that is the Stewie Head and Corn Fed.

As darkwing douche succinctly sums up the pain:

Mellon Head. He's a total scrote, which I suppose makes him a scrotalitarian. Faux-hawk, chin pubes, douche-bling, and a vacuous piece of arm candy, and there you have it.

Indeed. Punch the football head in the face and book this couple a ticket to next week's Monthly. Where four mere mortal couples will honor Pumpy, and vie for The Gator's greasy scraps.