Tagged: douchebag

Dude or Douchebag: Mother’s Day Gifting

Hi guys! Fellas. Bro-cha-chos.  We’ve got kinda a good thing going here, right?  I’m your gal pal, your friend who is a girl, the one that never leads you astray from any potential v-jay-jay.  So I’m here to tell you, as your friend, this nugget of wisdom: If You F-up Mother’s Day, You’re Screwed! Valentine’s? Important. Anniversary? Significant. That time she gained 30 pounds to...

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Dude Or Douchebag: Minor Mods

Do you ever see a car and just want to yell, “CALM THE HELL DOWN!”  Life is crazy enough, we don’t need all of the visual noise of this nonsense: In a town filled with attention whores, it’s really refreshing to see people pulling off a minor modification to their vehicle without having to scream about it.  As any vaguely-working actor in LA will tell you, we...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates (More Or Less)

Vanity plates in Los Angeles are kind of like tattoos–not having one is a statement of true rebellion.  And while most people think that having a vanity plate is inherently a douchey thing, these days, I’ve noticed a new kind of plate that’s making me: Our roads used to be filled stuff like this, the d-bag that wants to remind us how fast, oh excuse me “faaast” his M5...

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...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Pickups Part II

As you may remember from Episode One of DODB Part One, I’m a pick up girl.  If you’re not, you’re simply not American and thus, a douchebag. So stop reading now. Now that we’ve weeded out the losers, let’s move on.  Let’s begin with the Dude: Lil’ Red Truck– in ’78 that was the fastest American car from 0 to 100mph.  Try saying that about your...