Wrapped Up Like A Douche

I'm feeling marvelously better today. Well, aside from little sniffles exacerbated with rampaging menstrual crampage, at least I don't feel the onset of Death Coughage betwix my lungage... and does the overuse, or any use, of "age" at the end of every other action noun place me in the realm of utter douchebagage? Who gives a fig! I'm sitting here laughing my ass off at Hot Chicks With Douchebags and for once I feel thoroughly connected with my Inner Douche.

OM.