An epic quest for green converse led me to a place I knew of only in nightmares: The douce bag store. I knew in the back of my mind they had to exist, but didn't want to believe they could exist within our reality. Giant stickers on hats, gaudy boots painted gold, shit music playing. Everything a douche could want.
I'm a bag and I find this douche.
I AM A DOUCHE BAG AND I FIND THIS TOTES MCTURNER.
TOTES YOU, YOU TOTESING TOTES :mad:
Anyhow, I got a friend who bought a cap... 6 or 7 months ago and he still haven't removed the sticker. :cort:
10th September 2007
There's a store near where my grandmother lives. I swear this is the actual title:
"I'd shush her zephyr." ~ Zephyr.