Category: Dude, Or Douchebag

Dude or Douchebag: Hammer Time!

This year I went to my very first King Of The Hammers. Chances are, you have no idea what I’m talking about. But that’s ok, Mama’s gonna school you now. King Of The Hammers is the country’s biggest off roading/rock crawling event and it is somethin’. If you’re thinking to yourself, “Wow, that sounds awful. Like a State Fair without deep fried pickles or hotdogs.”...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Motor 4 Toys

This morning, I woke up my kids and told them it was time for Motor 4 Toys– so we’re gonna buy a bunch of toys, give them away, and then walk a few miles so Mommy can take pictures of cars. One Lego movie, three temper tantrums and 12 donuts later, we were on our way. Motor 4 Toys is an amazing thing. Sure, it’s...

How To Undouche Your Man’s Ride

Or is it de-douche? I’m an English major, you’d think I’d know. But somehow they missed that during my higher education, so lame. Anyway, I got a call from a friend of mine the other day who’s got a new man. Isn’t that exciting? Apparently he’s cool, likes the same dorky movies and can pull his weight between the sheets. There’s just one problem, his...

Dude, or Douchebag: Roadside Safari

It all started with one, West Hollywood Zebra Douchebag.  Like most tragic tales do.  One afternoon, I spotted a crazy-looking zebra car parked in front of my office.  And it went a little somethin’ like this: So, of course, I ran out and paced around the thing, looking for some type of clue.  It must have a “Save The Zebras” magnet on the side or perhaps the driver side door would read...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Parking Jobs ’14

Truth is, I’m as guilty as the next guy.  My car has mirrors, sensors, cameras–everything but a midget parking assistant in my glove box (although I did post the position on Craig’s List)– but even I often fail to park well.  But I’d like to think that my occasional parking offenses don’t have much affect others.  Not like this douchebag: Sure, the white line overage is minimal,...

From Dude To Douchebag: 5 Simple Steps

The other day at the Calabasas car wash, while trolling for car candy, I was rendered speechless when this Douchebag drove up: The man sitting next to me, was far less tongue tied, “Blech…that’s the ugliest car I’ve ever seen!”  And, although this car is, without question, incredibly ugly, I wasn’t sure he was entirely accurate.  In fact, it’s NOT the ugliest car I’ve ever seen (see Dear Car...