mike--hey broski, wanna hit the bar tonight? i heard the bitches are gonna be legit ridic down there tonight yo (rubs fake-tanned arms) and i am looking FRESH (checks out roided muscles in nearby window)
brad--yeah, brah, i can't wait to get my grind on some skanks. (he checks out roided muscles in nearby window) damn i'm swoled up yo, it's wife beater time for sure tonight yo.
mike, brad & tj--YOLO!!!
one that is so well versed in being a douchebag that he must not have only received formal training from a tenured douchebag, but he is fully qualified to pass on his douchebaggery to those qualified candidates such as the dude with massive crunchy hair product and a rhinestone skull buckle rolling into the club 5 guys deep trying to recruit hot chicks from the line to get in.
non douchebag: "lose the ed hardy v-neck, find a woven, unbutton no more than two, & kill the sparkle buckle. dude your douchebaggery meter is blowin' up! take it down a notch"