There's a special subsection of the douchebag oeuvre, it involves the knuckle-tat. It's one thing to ink up some pseudo-"tribal" sig on your shoulderblade to prove how big your nuts are. But the knuckle-tats don't just scream "douche." They scream STD Uber-'Bag.

Factor in the 10 Degree Hat, runway stripe facial pubes, and a shirt that appears to have a Gary Coleman trading card ironed onto it, and you have hyper-skeeze.

Hottie has that skinny Long Island dirrty look that I will always toast my Thunderbird to.