Or, as I like to call this pic, the "Bahohobaba". I think I need a superhero persona I can slip into at times like these so I can fly in and rescue these two cuties from the encroaching Bleeth being transmitted to them by the touch o' douchitude from these two utter 'bags.

Look at red cap 'bag here, practicing the 'bag headbutt while creepily fondling his girlfriend's neck. Megods they need rescuing, stat.

Maybe I could call myself "The DeBleether." By day, a mild mannered douchebag1, sipping my Night Train wine and lying around on my stained rug in my basement hovel. By night I transform into the DeBleether, rescuing hotties from the clutches of douchebags everywhere. I need like a costume or something.

Nah. Being a superhero's too much work. I'll just sit here and rag on their boyfriends. That's almost as much fun.