I first saw him in February 2013 (first photo). He earned much scorn on Facebook:
Release the hounds!
His stance makes this even more funny. It does look like he’s trying to communicate with the spirits of the douchebag.
God, I hate those NARUTO cosplayers. Wait, what?
That’s the classic “just checkin’ to see if still I got testicles” posture.
You are jealous of his Uggs.
I think this guy got them off of a hobo he murdered and skinned.
WANTED: One herd of yaks for lonely midtown Manhattan yak herder.… And pussy.
A nose flute, my kingdom for a nose flute.
Did he have really bad teeth? Something makes me expect him to have rotted out ugly teeth.
Just a wandering tribesman longing for a taste of home, seeking a food truck serving some hot manioc.
I’m pretty sure that’s a throw pillow atop his head, and he’s only wearing it because of the brain-chilling temps.
Actually, a well-chilled brain might explain the rest of the attire. Nothing can explain the murse, though.
Chief Standing Douche is on his way to see his friend, Two Dogs Fucking, for a night on the town drinking the white man’s firewater and stealing their women.
I found him again in March 2014 (second photo), in the same spot. Our chief has lost his horse, apparently, and has to take the bus.