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.
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