Douchebaggery

I thought my recent outing at the Douchebag pub-run was a raging, paradoxical success and but began to wonder what to think about the ease, and yes, grace, with which I acted like a Douche. I actually began worrying about this. What if.... could I.... am I...? And then I saw this picture below and slept like a fluffy lamb.

Koko: Andy should have thrown that gay consolation plate right at Coyote's head like a super expensive revenge discus.