A short statement reg. D-bags

After a careful review of several high school classmates on Facebook, I've come to the conclusion that I hung out with a large number of D-bags. Don't worry, chances are, if you're reading this, you're not a D-bag. D-Bags are busy adding product to their hair. D-Bags occupy most of their time at malls, digging like weevils for clothes on Old Navy and Abercrombie racks. And yes, D-bags use 99% of their brain power to look absolutely D-baggish. What a horrible demographic.
I henceforth denounce all d-baggery and trappings thereof. That is all for now.
I'm now going to curl up in an angry ball and wonder why all the D-bags get to tap it all the time.

Welcome to the advent of something incredibly stupid, asinine, and utterly sensational. Did I mention this blog is based solely on opinion, and facts stated further than this point have very little basis in reality. The truth is, many weavers of fiction such as myself have a burning desire to entertain over any other goal. Hopefully my goals are attained. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: nothing in this blog is real. Everything in this blog comes straight from Derek's imagination. This is not limited to Derek's imagination. It extends to yours as well.