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… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates (More Or Less)
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,… Read More »Dude or Douchebag: Hammer Time!
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,… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Motor 4 Toys
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… Read More »How To Undouche Your Man’s Ride
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.… Read More »Dude, or Douchebag: Roadside Safari
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… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Parking Jobs ’14
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… Read More »From Dude To Douchebag: 5 Simple Steps
As any good lingerie salesperson will tell you, it’s always a good idea to cover up the majority of your junk in front of others. Just… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates, Part Two
They’re terrible. They’re horrible. And they’re everywhere. Family Stick Figures are a menace to society. To me, the more perfect the family seems in sticker form,… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Family Stick Figures
It seems that plenty of people are painting their cars these days in lieu of buying a new one. Great idea. And for yours truly, it is… Read More »Dude, Or Douchebag: Paint Job