I just found this photo of Douche Reinhardt leaving Villa Lounge alone last night — probably mere hours after he’d gotten the news that Paris Hilton dumped his loser ass.
I want to officially title this photo “Sad Douche” and have it hung in an art museum somewhere. It perfectly captures all the sad douchiness in the world. Look at him. Douchey t-shirt. Douchey hang-ten hands. Lips pursed, eyes askew. Face so poignant — drunk and sad and angry and douchey all at the same time.
Oh, Douche. Some days you’re the bug. Some days you’re the windshield. And, some days, you’re the latest douche Paris Hilton made a fool of.