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Comment of the Week: Champagne Katie
While she didn’t gain entrance into our hallowed Hall of Hott, Champagne Katie did win something out here. The Comment of the Week:
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Lol!!!!!!:D! Thanks for the good and bad comments, I love you all!!!:* if you like me or not it doesn’t matter:) at the end all that matters to me is those who care about me… Nancy thank you:) your awesome!!! And I’m sure you all are amazing as well!!!
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Yes. We are all amazing.
Unfortunately, too many ‘bag hunters protested Bleethdom as a disqualifying factor. And while I probably would’ve voted yea for the initial pics alone, ‘twats not to be.
Up next week… Tiny Dancer Maria?
Friday Thoughts and Links
Clown Joseph mugs the barely legals.
And somewhere, in the afterlife, 2-Pac and Biggie reflect on their contributions to hiphop culture and realize the whole thing was a marketing sham and a creative fraud.
But at least it’s Friday, she said, as Carolyn gives me the hallowed Mayan Eye of Coitus and my nethers twitch like caffeinated grasshoppers.
And I agreed.
Here’s your links:
Your HCwDB Book Pick of the Week is also the first OWSer: “I would prefer not to.”
In Orlando, a girl with no hands was barred from rides at Sea World. Her name? Katie Champagne. It’s a sign. Not a hand sign though.
Nice to see my fellow Jews representin’ on political issues. Now if I could only get Mila Kunis to spank me with a Torah.
No matter your political persuasion, democratic and republican ‘bag hunters alike should agree that John Boehner is a huge douchebag.
Reader lilfartknocker69 is shocked to discover ‘Bag Balm at his local Rite Aid. Sorry mass-marketing companies, but nothing soothes the rash of toxic pudlery.
Giorgio Loves Sonic. Giorgio gets a hearty nottadouche and goinpeace.
We all know that the Unholy Grieco is the Source Douche for the modern ‘bag plague. But let us not forget that WKRP’s Bailey Quarters set the template for the modern Boobie Hottie Suckle Thigh Librarian Hott. Not Semitic Hott, like my usual preference, but I’ll take it.
The Holy Football Tebus likes to suckle.
But enough about the Holy Tebus. Lets get to the pear:
For buried within its curves lies Archimedes formula for moving the world.
Aquabag Mugging Jeannie Represents Explosive Diarrhea In the Face of Society
Apologies for the graphic title, but this pic deserves a graphic title.
Man, my soul hurts. This has been a depressing week in the fight over douchebaggery in presence of hott. Feels like our post Jersey Shore reality is giving way to a resurgence in things like nuclear douchegoggles and hottie headlocks.
Time for a Mr. Pibb over ice for consolation and quiet meditation.
Friday Haiku
Better watch out, Girl…
Urinal Lotta Trouble.
I’d pee in her butt.
Hair from a bottle.
Clothes courtesy of the nearest
Tuxedo Junction.
– The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Blow job now finished
She wonders how big a tip
Dickhead’s gonna pay
– Wedgie
Shelly contemplates
Existential dilemma;
Puke in sink or floor?
– hermit
Chad gets a pic of
latest bathroom conquest. She
ponders, “What’s his name?”
– Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche
heroin chic chick
shoots up in the wrong bathroom
douche moves in for kill
– Douche Springsteen
Sheila contemplates
pulling out her black butt plug.
Its a Tad. Too Big.
– Franklyn DealorNo Doucheifelt
I admire her
still trying to look sexy
in front of piss-holes
– Medusa Oblongata
I hate to be rude
but your bride is a gross skank
get a good lawyer
– Medusa Oblongata
I’ll take “Hairstyles That
Died in the Eighties” for two
hundred, Alex, please.
– UFO Destroyers
He looks plaintively
Into the midde distance
She sees cum on shoes
– McCrude
Bathroom Rondevous
Meat Curtains on Marble Tile
Scrotal Slap Echo
– Doucheywallnuts
The Smell of Stale Balls
Is it From the Urinals?
Or is it Her Breath?
– Doucheywallnuts
Hey baby, I will
Adorn you in pearls and cake
Yes, urinal cakes
– Vin Douchal
Porcelain thrones gleam
not utilized. Both the king
and queen sit to pee.
– army (ret) douche
Uberbro Meltdown
Forget adding up the signifiers. The douche counting machine just melted down into a pile of toxic poo.
There is no coming back from witnessing this atrocity.
We are all through the rabbit hole now.
Champagne Katie For Hall of Hott
A quorum has been called.
A motion is on the floor.
And by floor, I mean succulent Champagne Katie Pear.
Has our 2011 Douchie Award Winning Most Expensive First Date Hott, the very same one who once threatened this site with legal action, earned the right to gain entrance to our hallowed Hall of Hott?
Champagne Katie has wished us a Happy New Year, she’s smiled at us coquettishly, posed artistically, supported January’s sponsorship with Draft Street, offered us Real World Pier Pear, and fake world airbrush, and taken us to the dream prom.
What say you?
In or out?
And by in or out I mean in and out.
Homie Gregg and Dahlia Roll With the Benjamin
That’s like a hundred dolla bill, y’all!!
You know what that could buy?!?
At least six Chia Pet Handmade Decorative Planter PuppyKits
Shirtlessness. The Choad Warrior Way.
Zed and Alberto may not be douchetatted oysterwanks like we normally see on this site.
But let there be no mistake about it.
Roaming the halls of clubland to pose with confused blonde giggle hots while twitching the upper abs area is auto violation.
I would normally express this more creatively, but I need caffeine. And so I shall imbibe. Be right back. Talk amongst yourselves.
Let It Pee
Biker Mike Asshatsky.
Hits on Bartender Hottie Heather.
There will be a crotch itch.
Let it pee.
And in happy hour of shotness.
Mother Mary tatts to me.
Speaking words of douchedom.
Let it pee.
Let it pee.
Let it pee!
Let it pee.
Let it pee.
Just ignore the burning, let it pee, let it pee.
