SUBWAY DOUCHERY : 40-Love
Hooooonestly, Preston…. Your sense of adventure has grown far too bold! Why couldn’t we have just taken a car service from the West Side Tennis Club… which has a five thousand dollar initiation fee that our fathers paid for… I know I don’t need to say how much it costs… I want to say how much it costs! By the way, that Faux Hawk you’ve been cultivating is positively pedestrian! You look like you should be riding a subway with the rest of the peasants…
There you go… show them who’s boss! Throw that multi-racquet’d tennis bag in the middle of the floor… slink down on the pole… take out your Blackberry and attack the Bricks of Breaker… You remind me of Don Draper when he sits on a couch (http://bit.ly/dwEXEI) Taking up as much room as humanly possible… I know things have been weird since we left the club because you thought I was staring at you in the shower… how many times do I have to explain I was starring WITH you!
*** A single malt Scotch to dearest companion of the Douchery, Collin! We could be kings! Check out his website (http://collinandgreg.com) Keep on Douchin’ ***
