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,…
Dude, Or Douchebag
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…
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.…
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…
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…
Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates, Part Two
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…
Dude, Or Douchebag: Family Stick Figures
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,…
Dude, Or Douchebag: Paint Job
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…
Dude Or Douchebag: Parking Jobs
Let's face it parking is complicated. In fact, like other jobs that women have worked hard to master to please men, parking is hard and takes…
Dude, Or Douchebag: Bronco
This week, in honor of the 19th Anniversary of the OJ Simpson freeway chase, I would like to salute the Dudes & the Douchebags that…