The other day I was reading The Onion and came across one of my favorite pejoratives of all time: "d-bag." I remember seeing it once some years ago, and admiring it at that time, but I guess it then fell out of my consciousness. Maybe I was just too callow to fully appreciate it then, I don't know. And the odd thing is, I've used the full version of "d-bag" several times within the past few weeks, to describe other drivers who irritated me out in Seattle. But even as I used that term, I found it just a little bit ... wanting. It left me ... unfulfilled? Yeah, unfulfilled.
But never again! Papa's got a brand new bag ...
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