Friday, March 28, 2008

 

Moon Under Miami


At least I think that shiny orb floating at the base of the celestial heavens is a moon.

It's glowing, spiky, and has a face in it.

Overly coiffed fembots may be a bit scary, but it's Friday, so I'm going with it.

Because I'm sipping my Train, and getting over my flu, and contemplating that touch of bite in the spring desert air in sunny, smoggy, foggy Los Angeles.

The hipsters are flooding the Coffee Beans, rushing to stand still and contemplate their next career move, while the starlets serve plates of avocado salads and Pellegrino on Sunset Boulevard.

The spirit of Sheryl Crow gets her early morning beer buzz on, as the last vestiges of hair metal glam-douche wannabees saunter through the crackling dry Hollywood afternoon. Long hairs outside the Guitar Center. Those last few off the bus, hoping to grab the rockstar fame that was never really there in the first place. Images of Axl Rose sold them a fantasy, and who am I to tell them otherwise?

There's a premiere tonight, somewhere I'm sure, and fighting 19 year olds will pose with their Starbucks by their SUVs hoping to get onto TMZ, and wonder if their leaked topless photos will make a splash on Perez Hilton.

Danny DeVito's Hush Hush magazine prints the scoop, as the latest meatgrinders for the digital pixelated grill get spat out like so many bars of soap at the assembly line.

Red Bulls fuel the night, and somewhere a hott with perfect boobs is ordering an apple sour martini, and glancing nervously around the room. The douchebags hover, and she looks nervous.

A spiky haired choad who smells like Axe Bodyspray walks up and says, "Yo."

"Yos" everywhere, popping up like iphone chat bubbles across the cityscape as the sunlight fades.

It's another night in the Naked Networked City. Another night up in the Canyon. Swimming pools shimmer. And I get a little drunker.

Lest I ramble any further, I tip my cup of 'Train to all those who soldier onward and propel this lurching country forward on the backs of cultural spectacle and media chaos. It gets us through the day. And glossy photos never get cavities.

Comments:
very Steinbeck of you.

And this is definitely a pic of George petting the Rabbits.
 
Damn DB1. You alright?

It's friday and it's on! We can slay these ho's! We can superman these ho's!

Come'on bra, I'm pumped!
 
I might be upset at this, except for the fact that those girls are hideously grotesque.
 
It looks like someone clubbed Donkey crosseyed.

Anyway, oh man, I imagine blonde has on crotchless stockings under that jean mini...
 
You know there's only one solution for this, DB1. And it ain't awareness of the decrepitude of our culture.

Ireland didn't throw off the Sasanach yoke because Michael Collins snarkily told the British that they were imperialists. Ireland freed itself-- and showed the other colonized countries how to do the same-- by "taking a bite out of crime," so to speak. Irony the Brits-- and their douchebag successors-- could deal with. Bounces right off them. Machetes, on the other hand...

Think about it- you could be the Yeats of a counter-douchebag revolution! Become what you were born to be, DB1, leave Baudrillard and the rest of the soggy old French capital-apologists behind and take up the banner of Fanon and liberationist garrotings! Just like good ol' Algeria!

(P.S. I don't actually advocate violence against douchebags- just some humor amongst the theory nerds)
 
The lengths people will go to to avoid confronting their homosexuality never cease to amaze me.
 
Ahhh, the lost excerpt from Day of the Locust.
 
Wow. I'd just like to say that this is one of the douchiest weeks on record. Just look at the impressive collection of douchosity that was accumulated this week. The only minor hiccup was Yo-Yo 'bag dropping out of the HCwDB of the Week competition. Keep up the good work, DB1.
 
Normally a douche like that polluting 4 hotties would constitute a really shitty ending to an otherwise OK week, but since I find these waxy tramps repulsive, not so much.
 
this is what slingblade and private bubba's(forest gump) lovechild would look like.

dude is either drunk or retarded.

or both.
 
Is it raining baby oil in this picture? It seems that nearly everyone carries the Mark o' the 'Bag. Terrible.

I like Glistening Pine's Community Re-Entry Program. Awww, little Randy is making some friend.

Yay, Randy! The wadies wub you.
 
As the sun does cross the western hemisphere of what we call California, with come-hither-me eyes.

Before the peanut gallery wakes up tomorrow with a collective thought of "Where the f*ck am I?"

Amidst the lonely scrotes and chodes who will, in unison, whack off to the porn that my company serves affluently.

There in lies you, DB1, the social mirror that speaks of what is socially inept in most douchebags. Reflecting all that is buxomly boobilicious, which is the most important job of all.

I raise my ubiquitous red cup to you, all the way here from the offices that Guccione built. Give you hand sign #127, or what I call "Victory, victory Joe!"

Keep on trucking sir, yes, keep on trucking.
 
This Baldwin bag seriously makes me want to vomit.
 
FIRST !
 
This picture made me throw up in my mouth. A lot.

I'm going back down to seek refuge with Turtleman's hott. Perhaps nibbling on her dangling jean skirt threads and caressing her midriff through her partially see-through shirt will get the awful, awful taste out of my mouth.
 
"And glossy photos never get cavities"

Sorry, DB1, but there are definately several cavities in this photo. And I volunteer to search them.

In a hazmat suit.
 
DB1 is Jack Kerouac of LA Bagism. Spot on, Jay.
 
wow whatever extra terrestrial civilization we are now communicating with via party pics...i bet we can make friends forever by sending them some astringent

tala while michael collins is an interesting example as with many irish republican heroes he met a bitter end at the hands of his own who were unwilling to compromise...sadly the war against douchebaggery will similarly be one of attrition moreso then revolution...
now i think its time to kill a few black and tans of my own
 
I want that shiny blond on the right.
 
Is the title a tribute to the moons over myhammy at Dennys? Because I like a little moons over myhammy at 2AM. Along with a carafe of boobies and slutty shoes.
 
DB1, exactly which circle of Hell is this that you describe so vividly?

God, it sounds far, far worse than the setting in "Wristcutters: A Love Story".
 
And you threw in a line from Counting Crows' "Long December". I'll try and forget that.

How do I know this? Don't ask. And don't judge.
 
"Hott" (and I use the word very loosely, just as she is, most likely) third from left, kinda looks like she's fake. Not fake as in shallow and vapid and ready to take on any choad to get ahead, but really, really fake... Not real. Uh, like a mannequin or something.

But the taint-brush between the four wanna-be porners... Just wow! These five folks are the reason I fled southern California for the bright lights of Sin City!

Have a better weekend, DB1... There are many Bleeths to be found and 'bags to be ridiculed. You are doing God's work, I say!
 
Tranny

Tranny

Tranny

Stripper Friend

Douchebag going to get banged by three trannies while the stripper watches, on the condition they cum on his face.
 
This looks planned. Like they all got dressed for this moment.
 
He's operating on two AAA batteries.

Barely charged.

And leaking.
 
wow ... who needs college when DB1 continually gives us awesome literary masterpieces on a nearly daily basis!! bra I have been to LA quite a few times, but my PA experience and education never gave me the tools to adequately describe the LA/Weho experience
... you my good sir will one day be on my shelf with Homer, Shakespeare, and Tolstoy!
 
freakin amazing. is it just me or has anybody else ever seen the 'cock n balls' show up on the side of the forehead? a bag from all angles he is...
 
The chick on the far left is wearing an LA T shirt and lives in LA? Tacky. But, you already knew that.
 
Nerd alert! Nerd alert!

Nice try talayatu! I almost went to wikipedia and learned something...but instead I sniffed glue.

I like the darker, more zombie-looking girl.
 
Your prose is tragic, yet beautiful, DB1. Beautifully tragic, if you will.
 
ET/Flyteeth's sister third from the left is scaring the ever loving crap out of me. If..whatever it is walked up to me in a bar I'd run screaming in the other direction. I am not even remotely convinced it's human.

The other two on the left of soon to be passed out, stripped naked and thrown out back in the alley douche are run of the mill strippers. The girl on the right is cute in a trashy sort of way.

After they slipped him a dozen roofies, do you think they stole his kidneys in addition to his wallet and bling?
 
Well said, DB1. The "cultural trainwreck" continues to roll on.

Is it just me or does this guy look like he belongs at a Madame Tussauds show?
 
Jay/DB1,

You're starting to sound like Diablo Cody. If she wrote an episode of 'Entourage'.

That is NOT a good sign.

Stop describing Hollywood and its maestrom of transplant ennui, and try capturing the real Los Angeles. The part where white folks are a minority and english is a second language -- you know, the cool parts.

Then again for a tranplant from Massachusets like yourself its not surprising. Emerson kids out here to it plenty.
 
back row from left to right:
pro, pro, vacuous pro & pro

center:
greased striped gumbi

oh, & enough silicone to plug the leaks in the Titanic
 
Christ - this poor lad has just had a lobotomy.

I love how pink tank top is sucking in her gut like a fuckin male douchebag.

The only thing this picture is missing is a line of drool pouring from corner of the mouth of this poor sap who never made it over the cuckoo's nest.

Oh, the humanity...
 
DB1:

You must love spending your time off of Sunset, there is such a plentiful and wide variety of douchebags there. It's like a bag of skittle haired douches in the palm of your hand every day.

However, if you want to be pushed to the edge try going to Manhattan/Hermosa Beach at night. Suicide becomes option after an hour of drinking on the strand. It's like the HCWDB "Hub"
 
@Newman's Own- you're absolutely right, in fact, I'd say the war of liberation against scrote NEEDS martyrs. Indeed, it seems DB1 might offer his own liver as a martyr for our cause, gunned down by 'bag-inspired Night Train binges... alas, one needs Train to make a right rose tree, as the Man might have said.

@Massengill- a good a use for your time as reading my bullshit, I assure you!
 
Wesley speaketh truth about M/Hermosa on weekend nights. The movie should be called "FootDouche"
 
Gross. I agree with the transsexual diagnosis.

This has, however, been one heck of a 'bag day.

douche equis
 
Didn't that homosexual play DK in Tokyo Drift? C'mon man! This is kind of a scary bunch all around. I am not sure what to say. Maybe we can just call this a rare pic of the Pussy Cat Douches!
 
This is a very disturbing photo. It hurts me. Grinning Monkey Douche collapses amid a pod of strippers. He looks a bit like someone with Down Syndrome who is the butt of a cruel joke perpetrated by slut demons. This is making my hair follicles ache. My aura is bazooka barfing. As I mentioned before, this is a very disturbing photo.
 
anon @ 7:26 is abdouchah the butcher. i was disoriented. sorry.
 
And in similar news ...

THIS JUST IN!

The Revolucion Has Already Started,
You Just Didn't Know It Yet:

http://blog.wired.com/underwire/2008/03/anti-emo-riots.html

http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1725839,00.html?imw=Y
 
@ the douche osopher

from your article on emo's under attack...

""It's a great clusterfuck for the American mind's idea of Mexico," Arellano said. "This teaches the rest of the world that Mexico is not just a bunch of cactuses and sombreros.""

LOL/LMAO
 
hey who said nafta was a total waste, now if all the emo kids can scurry to their defense i would call it a great decade afterall
 
I honestly would've thought Mexico was too excellent for subculture bullshit. If Eritrea goes this way, I'm going to have to take up DB1-level Night Train drinking.
 
Christ i thought replicants were outlawed on Earth
 
So, what'd this guy do: just slop the grease on himself, like an eager McDonald's french fry? Gad...

Hey, Darksock, pfah, good to see you're still in top form. (eh, I can't use my old "bag, douche bag" moniker, dammit...)
 
Christ allmighty, of all the noses in the world to buy, why did the two on the right have to go for Michael Jackson's? They have to realize how dangerous that is with the amount of coke they're doing in the dressing room?
Theres also a spectrum of Marks going on...(in ascending order of shine)
1. Alien-eyed brunette w/MJ nose, barely glowing..
2. Blonde tranny w/knife scar on hand, its there but not quite radiant yet...
3. Blonde w/floatation devices, definite sheen, even appearing on cheeks...
4. Full glare, encompassing whole eye and more, like a good teabagging by some nicely powdered testes...
5. Lil'Donkey, Shines bright and slick as a fresh oilspill in a calm bay, emitting waves of Doucheitude drawing all that lack in brain but ample in breast...(and habit)...(and maintenance)...

to be honest, I think less of them than him...they're that high up the bleethe scale.
 
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To Db1, a tragic hero, I tip my Kilbeggans.

What to add? This Tekken Fucktard is bullshit, sure, but sometimes you just have to step back in horror and wonder at the awesomeness of the stampede.
 
at what point does the bitch become a douche???? ANSWER ME THAT
 
Strange memories on this nervous night in Los Angeles. Ten years later? Fifteen? It seemed like a lifetime since the Grieco virus began to spread. Los Angeles in the early eighties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world to watch the douchebag virus begin to spread.

Douchebag history is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of ‘douchebag history’ it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the douchiness of a whole generation comes to a head in a gigantic mark of the scrote flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time - and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

There were douchebags in any direction, at any hour. If not in the Hollywood Hills, then up Sunset Boulevard or down in the valley. You could find douche anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever they were doing was wrong, and we were losing and succumbing to the douche.

And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable defeat by the forces of Axe and bling. Not in any mean or military sense; they didn’t need that. Their douchiness would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. They had all the momentum; they were riding the crest of a greasy and orange colored wave...

Now, less than fifteen years later after Grieco first hit the scene, you can go up on a steep hill in Los Angeles and look east, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the Jersey shore - that place where the douche wave broke and infected the entire country.
 
A little Chandler, a little Ellroy...good stuff, DB1.

The Hotts (and as above, that is a loosely-used term here) are a little intimidating in an animatronic way. It's as if they popped out of some bi-curious Cal Poly student's fever dream. Yecch.

And then there's that greasy mound of unbuttoned douche with his prayer beads hanging down to his inverted cock, attempting to flex his camera arm (no doubt considered his "good" side). His mark of the 'bag, as noted before, is strong, if indistinct because of the angle, but it is telling that it slashes his face across the eye, covering a larded cheek. His combination of arrogance and self-loathing is easier to see than it is in most 'bags.

Excellent find, even if the fembots are smuggling kielbasa under the short skirts.
 
With all the percision weapons our military has, nobody could take a second to hit this hotel room, and rid the planet of labotomy boy w/trany-friends?
 
Nice HST tribute, BCS. He would be proud. And by proud, I mean steadily decomposing.

Look at this poor bastard; can't a guy take a dump in peace?

I agree with the earlier post about middle brunette; I'll bet she makes whirring and clicking sounds when she/it moves. "The 600 series had rubber skin, easy to spot"
 
I do NOT like this toitle.
 
Wow, Matt LeBlanc put on a lot of weight since NBC cancelled "Joey".

I'm guessing none of the five ever bathe - they just get laminated and sandblasted once a month.

Definitely a 10 on the Ick Factor scale.
 
BCS, to you I tip my Steadman-illustrated Flying Dog.
 
@bcs: nice "fear and loathing..." reference!
 
Yew use yer tongue purtier 'n a twenty-dollar whore!
 
Someone needs to give this collection of douche/skank a good scrubbing. So orange. So brown.
 
This guy would cease to be a douche if he'd let me put my face where his left hand is.
 
Damn DB1, how did you score a pic of Brandon "Greasy Bear" Davis? Especially one of him in his natural habitat.
 
"Moon Under Miami"

Douche does indeed look like shiny shiny ass.
 
It looks like classic Greek statuary. If they carved their statues out of doodie.
 
No, seriously. Middle Brunette is creeping me the fuck out.

Make it stop.
 
Left Hott (two-tone) just shat a purse out. Or maybe this is an old photo of Gator's birth.
 
I've always wondered what illegal immigrant roofers do with their paychecks. I see the ragged out trucks the drive, their hideous disount store clothing, and seen the apartments they rent with 6 guys per toilet. I had assumed they, admirably, sent their extra cash home to their families to ease the living conditions in their home countries. And, given the quality of life they live here, of that $800 per week pay check they must have been sending back close to $640. This Douche, seemingly, has no family to support and has thrown his wad at four half-hotts with nothing more to offer but silicone and a half-hearted struggle to put an expression on their face.

The Los Angelese Tiger face Tee my just be the least tasteful garment ever produced.

Does he do his hair with roofing tar?
 
Roofing tar? That is the most insinsitive think I've seen written. Poor people have to do shittie jobs so that you can make fun of them? I would bang any one of these hot girls.
 
thats matt brown...from south jersey....
 
Blondie on right is Sigourney Weaver's ADD little sister (pearl necklace).

I just can't find words to describe this...douche looks like he just took 200ccs of Thorazine.

I can only guess that its this douche's birthday and the 3rd shift at Excapades posed with him before they took to the poles.

-grimatongueworm
 
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