Posts tagged douchebags.

The irony here isn’t lost on me.

Damn shame.

-Savage

Is it just me, or is this muhfucka like a short, fat Mystikal? Standing next to an anorexic Larry Bird? No diss to Mystikal. Or Larry Bird. Also, FYI: you CANNOT have Biggie and Pac combined in your style and be a “more advanced Lil’ Bow Wow” simultaneously. Fucking douchebag.

Damn Shame that little boy from It’s So Raven grew up to be this dipshit.

-Savage

Man, oh, man. These clowns (pun intended) are back with some new shit. And what shit it is. This has to be the most shameful Damn Shame I’ve posted.

My favorite lyric is at 1:52. “Fucking magnets, how do they work!?” Why you so angry at magnets, cuz!? I think it’s everyone else’s favorite lyric, too. This seems to be catching on…

Enjoy. If possible. Better yet, enjoy making fun of this horseshit.

-Savage

P.S. Douchebags.

So a couple nights ago, me and the homie Jay West double-dated with these two birds at Dave & Buster’s (no need to go if you live in the San Jose area). Don’t judge me…girls like that corny shit. Anyways, THIS muthafucka…gotta be 35…is schooling the fuck outta these little kids in the little kid basketball game, right? And I don’t mean just beating them…I’m talking about no-look shots, stepping-away-from-the-game-for-a-stretch-break, putting-the-ball-down-for-a-sip-of-his-drink, wiping-sweat-from-his-brow-with-his-brought-from-home-Ralph-Lauren-sweat-rag-all-the-while-talking-shit beating them. Yes, he was sweating. Profusely. And yes, he had a sweat rag. A Ralph Lauren one (It’s a purplish color…kind of a fuschia, if you will…peep it to the right of him in the first photo* then again in his back pocket in the last photo). I kept waiting for this asshole to pull out one of those Gatorade squeeze bottles and pull one of these moves. No homo. This is one of those times I was just disappointed in human beings. Check out the pics. The last pic is him running away with his ginormous pile of tickets. SMH…

Spread love, y’all. The Atlanta way.

-Savage

*Photos courtesy of my iPhone