Speaking of Douches and their douchery, I could barely control myself while at dinner in South Bend last weekend as a young gold cufflink encrusted douch-in-training asked the super hot server to let him taste the $20 rose to make sure it was acceptable. He sniffed it, swirled it, then deemed it unquaffable and sent it back. I could barely hold my pate' down as I listened to him lecture his family and friends on his view of the current oil futures arbitrage opportunities he was evaluating.
Ah life can be so mysterious at times.