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 got a call from a friend of mine the other day who’s got a new...

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...

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...

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...

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