I can't believe Leon hasn't yet asked for a takedown of his photo. Oh well, I guess my prediction was wrong.

Terry - at first I thought he might be a Journey fan, but that's no scarab on his short. Maybe he's into Santana, which would be fine in my book. Then again, he probably bought that shirt (or had Mommy buy it for him) so he could stand out in a crowd. With his blowout in tow, of course.

Still, he's at a low stage of douchebaggery, but he could climb if he doesn't learn hot to smile while in the presence of a gaggle of such cute ladies. Not hotts, necessarily, but they're cute and seem nice.
 

Pass.
 

That should read "how* to smile....."

What's on my mind?
 

I'd still like to pull the pin on his shirt 'nade. Just to prevent any further descent into 'baggery for him.


That, and to save Heather, Veroica, and Betty from the Shocker.
 

Grenade Boy should be wearing orange...he's in Home Depot with a whole BUNCH of Hammers! Chica in pink is the winnah!
 

How can you guys even think of giving this choad a pass?

Let's list the crap he's trying to pull off:
1) Smug look on his face as if to say "I don't care that I've got three hotts on my arms" Knowing damn good and well that it's three more than have EVER seen in his bed in all his years..."

2) The shirt
3) The pants
4) The belt
5) The ear'bling
6) The blowout

Dude is a douche - DONE.

NEXT!?!

-asshat
 

Pants with intentional creases or wear-and-tear milage. Nuff said.
 

he looks way too much like Eminem in the face for me to say notadouche.

Army of DOuche-ness
 

christian audigier designer t-shirt.

that alone equates to supreme doucheturd.
 

Yes, I agree with most of the above commenters: the stage-1 is a big generous.
 

DB, you're probably missing the ample overdosing of AXE, and the flashy earring, hence your pause to pass.

Blondie and I would quote Balzac late into the evening together. And when I say Balzac, I mean boobie suckle thighs.
 

That smug ass look screams beat me with a crow bar.
douche-stick
 

and a scrotum full of Ghost Nipples dangles gently in the background...
 

What's that sign say? "Got Lame?"

Why, yes. Yes, he does.
 

My mistake. "Got Lice?"

Tha answer's still "Yes."
 

A grenade...with wings. Its meaning elludes me. It must be just too existential for someone like me.

-Ponderonymous
 

a home-made bar with chili lights and a radio shack disco helicopter?

Fuck it. I like this guy.
 

What the fuck kind of designer thinks airbrushing a huge hand grenade with eagle angel wings on the front of a tee-shirt is cool??

This douchey young fellow bears a strong resemblance to Timothy McVeigh, or was that McVey...???
Maybe that explains the grenade???

I'll be Mr Blackwell here, and just say Heather's purse looks like a tutu, Veronica looks preggers in paisley, and Betty has a refreshingly loose-cut sweet pink dress on, nothing shamefully tight. All have adorable visages.

In conclusion, there's something going on with the clothes, that's about all that's TRULY bothersome, except he has a terrible dullard look about him. WHAT"S THE MATTER, CAN'T YOU SMILE IN THE PRESENCE OF SO MUCH HOTT????DUH!!!
 

They are all minor leaguers.

The girls are playing Triple A ball for the Toldeo Douche Hens and Terry is in the Carolina Instructional Scrote League.

They are all wating for their chance in "The Show".
 

Looks like he could be Tighty Armani's little broheim
 

Audigier? Zirconian in the ear? Hair gel applied with a ladle? Stage 2 at LEAST! I think you're judgement has been clouded by prolonged exposure to DJ Bello. Maybe it's time for a breather. You're developing Douche-holme syndrome.
 

what about that arrogan,t I'm to cool to smile head tilt and scowl. But Douchebag #1, please explain to me why your sure many of your douchebags aren't metrosexual.
 

You could reanimate Bob Barker and put him in that shirt and he'd be a douche.

You could put that shirt on Samurai Scrote, and he would implode.

You could put that shirt on Fung, and he would turn green.

You could put that shirt on a box full of grenades, and bleeths would still dry hump it.

You could create a machine that can take the vibrations of music and synthesizes them into sowing patterns for clothing production, play DJ Bello, and that shirt would be created. Then the machine would melt into an orange blob.

You could put Kurt Russel circa The Thing in that shirt, and his blood would jump out of the glass when the hot wire touched it.

You could put Brothabag Leon in that shirt...well he'd probably turn it into a mandana, but you could put it on Leon and he'd turn into Little Richie.

You could put that shirt on Eric Carmen and he'd sing a song called My Eyes are Full Now.

You could set that shirt on fire, capture the smoke in a bottle, and after fermenting on a shelf next to a bottle of Gray Goose for a week and it would smell exactly like Bod's totally Abs.

You could put that shirt on your Simon from Castlevania II and the screen would freeze permanently on the "What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse" screen.


I'm not a fan of the shirt...
 

Pass. He's just what the kids are lookin' like these days. I admit the shirt's a little loud, but what separates my kid with hair down to his shoulders with his freaky little shit on and the douchebags we mock is the preening, the hair gel, the fake tans, etc. An occasional white belt I can let slide as long as it doesn't have a buckle the size of a hubcap on it. And as long as his damn shorts aren't hangin' out. Uh-uh. I say the kids' alright. Hold on...

J.R.! Get off the goddamn phone and finish your math homework!!!!!

I'm back. See what I mean. He's not into the sweatpants and Adidas shirt like his decrepit old man, but I don't expect him to be. Plus we ain't spendin' $100 on a t-shirt so I'm not too worried. Boy, I feel old.
 

He's a barelydouche, but a douche none the less.

Why?
Earring, shocker, attitude.

The 3 sisters are my fantasy embodied. Call me twisted, but I would take any of the three (or all three, nyuk nyuk nyuk) over most 'hotts' any day.

Maybe it's the hundreds of hours of porn I download every month, maybe it's media overload, maybe it's the livable fantasy of meeting and motorboating these sirens of the sorority, but I find true down to Earth goddesses like these three to be sublimely enthralling.

Ah, to be single again, and young.

Wait, I'm only 30. And I married a volleyball player I met in college.

I wonder if they would think my wife is hot?

There, livable fantasy modified.
 

You could put that shirt on Samurai Scrote, and he would implode.

There is no "on" with Samurai Scrote for the shirt to be put. so there is no implosion. There is just the smell of poo and sneering detachment - for all is Samurai Scrote.

Such a shirt would be honored to be on Samurai Scrote, and it would radiate like a glow stick in the Samurai rectum. The poo of Samurai Scrote is sacred manna to the elect who declare war over it, like a precious jewel. To the masses, it is sacred, the holiest of holy shit. And such a shirt would glitter in its good fortune to cover the torso of Samurai Scrote.
 

Nottadouche? He has a bright orange winged hand grenade on his chest - what more does he need to do to earn it?
 

Sam Scrote... thou artst a scribe that doth layest the smack down with effortless and effluent dexterity...
 

I am confused with your use of 'Fratbag'... Being from a Southern Fraternity I do not associate with people who could even possibly own a shirt of that douchatude. He is surely from a nightmare of mine where a douche faked his way through rush just to show his true 'bagness at the bid night party. From which he was quickly thrown out onto the curb where his cz stud shattered and was transformed into the James Bond villain with diamonds stuck in his face.
 

Anyone like chocolate? Because I think he's got half a bar. (Thanks Rodney Rude) And if he does, that totally belies his impassive face. Ergo,he's got some degree of douchitude, even if he's not living the douche. I'm also sure the shirt is illegal in some way.
 

The grenade is symbolic of a hard fought battle normalcy and 'baggery. The wings are symbolic of the bittersweet release of surrendering to the vinegar.
 

for the record i'm good friends with "terry" (horrible choice of a fake name btw), those girls aren't in any sorority, and that pic was taken in my room and it was a very fun night
 

Flying grenade fun?
 

Dear God. Db1, tell me this is an optical illusion caused by a high powered (read: two AA batteries) disco ball.

Is Terry's right arm at least 8 feet long?

--Sir Douchealot the Third, the Triumphant Scroturn
 

I know there's a lot of skepticism that this picture isn't up to par but I gotta admit that I'm flabbergasted that it actually made the cut. I read a few of the comments and I gotta say that perhaps all this talk is considered witty in the World of Warcraft, but in the real world your responses are WEAK. Stop attempting to make fun of people you don't know on the internet and go join a gym you UGLY LOSERS.
 

Hi Terry, how ya doin big boy?
 

or if the gym isn't your thing, then at least read a book. do something!
 

@anon, 9:09 a.m. -

Join a gym? Read a book? Come on, man, those things take time away from our video games! I don't know about the others, but my mom likes having me trapped in the basement where I'm safe. I wouldn't dare sneak out and go lift those heavy weights!

By the way, I've never played World of Warcraft. Who has time for books when I need to get up to speed on that?