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I, your humble servant/anti-hero, have decided to award certain people in history as D-Bags of the week. I’m calling it the “Harry Ellis D-Bag of the week” because Harry Ellis (from Die Hard) is the ultimate D-Bag. No one comes even close to his stupidity, arrogance, and ugly ass beard as he does. No one!
If you look up Coke-headed-son-of-a-bitch in the dictionary, you will see this picture.
For this week, I have awarded the Harry Ellis D-Bag trophy to this asshole I met on the Purple Line today, “Ash.”
D BAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why?
- he smells
- he smiles
- he smiles while he smells
- he lied to me about my mission to my audition in Evanston, I had no idea face huggers would be present
- he told me my chances of survival were slim, while he was smelly and smiling
- the door were closed on the train, but he opened them up and let a homeless man with a face hugger on board, thus contaminating my train
- he tried to shove a rolled up magazine down my throat
- he’s a robot…which I can only assume means he is a cylon
- he took Yaphet Kotto’s seat on the train, while smiling.
- I hate him
See you next week!
