Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Politics Got You Down? Shmegma McWankpuddle and Clarissa Might Have Your Cure

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Depressed?

Horrified at a world in which Bowie and Prince are gone yet Neil Young still lives?

You are not alone.

Take solace, my friends.

For this strange odyssey we call life is elevated by the shared experience. The abject horror at the individual facing a spiraling flush of Malthusian dystopian decay in real time requires conceptual release. And there it is. Writ communal through the bonds of empathy, communication, and tasty snack cake products made by underpaid and unamused assembly line workers.

Mimesis, the recognition of the Self in the Other, may be nothing more than illusory fancy. But perhaps it is the only way to process the inevitable tragedy paradox that is the merging of consciousness with mortality.

And so I give you Shmegma McWankpuddle coupling with Clarissa. For in this toxic cohabit, all experience communal revulsion. The illogic breeds recognition in shared witness. Shared witness confirms momentary alleviation from a world of insanity and illogic.

Let collective revulsion be your salve in a world gone cray.

# posted by douchebag1
Friday, June 17, 2016

Shemga McSaxomophone’s Jazz Hands Violate Sophia

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If toxic hottie/doucheybaggery were jazz, this would be Billie Holliday’s first performance of “Strange Fruit” crossed with Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” and finished off by a Django Reinhardt flamenco riff.

Which is to say a unique amalgam of improvisational choadnuttery.

From Shemga’s chumptastic head tilt to Sophia’s doe eyed vaguely 80s-era Laura San Giacomo luscious Mayan Eye of Coitus, the dialectics of choadal dissonance innovate tonal patterns beyond the everyday fungorgia. For the stench of hair spike semi-employed wank-tool pawing pooch suckle thigh innocence rends the power chords, riffs into dissonance, and transcends into the sublime.

And by sublime, I mean Billy from St. Elmo’s fire sublime.

Which is to say, not.

# posted by douchebag1
Saturday, May 28, 2016

Little Manbun FuFu

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Little Manbun FuFu, hoppin’ through the party, scooping up the field hotts and roofyin’ them in the head…

This is our world.

Furry mustachio twipples wander our post-‘bag landscape like so many brain eating culture zombies. As if millions of Coachella Snapchats cried out at once and were suddenly silenced. This skeezy hairstrosity must not stand. And by stand, I mean allowed to carry an iPhone and almond milk in the same hand.

“Hark!“, you cry. “Who arst thou to criticize? Why hast thou forsaken the mock?”

‘Tis true. I have forsaken the mock to pursue other pursuits. After years of Hottie/Douchey deconstruction I have headed out on other vision quests. Like obsessively complaining that brilliant b-movie thespian Debra Blee, star of “Malibu Bikini Shop” and “The Beach Girls” does not automatically appear in polls of hottest 1980s actresses. This is a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a Travis Barker. It cannot abide. Debra Blee’s luscious lasciviousness must be worshiped by a new generation. Or John McCain died in vain.

But that does not mean that someone still does not need to put their foot down about hottie/douchey conflation in our post-hipster manbunned landscape. Nor that that foot is not me. Because two negatives make a positive. And too many positives means you’re Chris Hardwick.

Wait, what was I saying?

Oh, right. Johnny?

# posted by douchebag1
Monday, March 14, 2016

DJ Hand Palzee Rocks Au Pair Krista

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Don’t judge.

Sometimes Sammy Markowitz needs a break from his middle management job at Glen Cove Key Foods.

So he takes that volunteer DJ job at the Westchester YMCA on Tuesdays from 8-10. He calls himself ‘DJ Hand PAlzee.’ Because his hands. They have the palsy. And because, hey, free hot wings.

Besides. Sammy never knows. Maybe he’ll get lucky and meet one of those wayward European au pairs being exploited by upper middle class Port Washington two income families under the guise of ‘education internships.’

And so, on this Tuesday, Sammy gets lucky. He meets Krista.

It’s her one day off after another 80 hour week providing childcare for ‘Brynn,’ ‘Kaelynn,’ and ‘Dylan-Hunterr.’ She’s entitled to a drink.

Sammy’s just finished spinning a song by the Weeknd. It turns out the Weeknd can’t feel his face. It’s about cocaine. So it’s edgy.

The song ends and Sammy pays for Krista’s Bud Light Lime.

“Danke!” she says.

He says “What’sup, Bae? You lookin’ fine!”

She doesn’t speak much English and so ignores his awkward, quasi-racist appropriation of hip hop culture. But Krista smiles politely anyway. Like Homer Simpson when he met the Smashing Pumpkins.

And all is copacetic in the echo chambers of suburban youth confusion.

# posted by admin
Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Footbag A.J. McCarron and his Wife Confirm The Existential Vortex of a Soulless Universe

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Proving the old Knute Rockne adage that the harder you play the game the more your douchey-ass tatts make nearby ferrets upchuck their partially digested acorn seed, Footbag A.J. McCarron is currently married to this delightful slice of Key Lime Hottpie.

Bro Ted in the background does not deserve to be caught in the photographic crossfire of this missmatched coupling atrocity.

Throw the flag! Ten yard holding penalty! And various other sundry football euphemisms involving tight ends and penetration draw plays that should be readily apparent to even the most novice ‘bag hunter or huntress.

But your humble narrator will not resort to such lazy verbiage. For ours is a classy website replete with only original humor.

So let me merely say that this A.J. is the douchiest A.J. since O.J. D.J’d for Jay-Z by playing the Beatles’ Blue Jay Way.

Yeah.

Okay then.

Now you know why I update HCwDB less frequently than a Hugh Hefner bowel movement.

Uhm.

Yeah.

Wanna play cards?

# posted by douchebag1
Saturday, January 23, 2016

In Russia, Douchebag Stop You…

It was the bro-est of times. It was the woo-est of times.

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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Phineas Squarechinneus Shows Model Melanie His Finger Point Game

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Lest one think the days of HCwDB are a thing of the past, I give you…

Toxic Groin Shave Reveal, 2016 Style.

Let’s hope ritualistic shorn testes isn’t a foreboding sign for the new year.

# posted by douchebag1
Thursday, December 31, 2015

Gym Wildlife

Can’t help but feel the HCwDB community’s years of mock somehow influenced the production of this video. Regardless, I was mildly entertained, even if the joke got old by the third minute. Because I’m impatient like that.

Happy New Year!

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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Hans Klaussenn Vants You To Party Mit Greta on ze New Years

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I can’t tell if it’s the furry leg boots, the weird water bottle utility belt, or the stench of post-Reich fascist mandated dance fun enveloping this lost, wayward collection of Nordic generibots that rankles the pits of my punditry the most.

Alls I know is watching these two shards of electroglide fall into a photo-lens distorted morass of dark ambiguity and bodyspray ennui is enough to throttle all of our gizzards like some lost Herman Hesse novel on the religious profundity of scrotal fungae.

Or maybe it’s just that elbowdanna. –

Regardless, Gretaboobs say Meine Kleine Happy New Yearzenspelche!!

And really, doesn’t that just say it all?

Happy 2016.

From all of us at HCwDB.

Which is still just me.

And my ‘Train. And my brand new renovated kitchen.

# posted by douchebag1
Saturday, December 19, 2015

The 12 Days of Douchemas

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Happy Ramadan!

EDIT: Sadly the video of “The Twelve Days of Douchemas” that posted (via LiveLeak) wasn’t playing right and the great Mr. Scrotato Head appears to have removed the clip from YouTube. Which means it is gone down the memory hole. Alas, alack, it must live on only in our collective memories as the greatest tribute video ever produced.

So instead here’s a pic of two Yuletoads macking on Jenny.

And a few more Christmas HCwDB for your pleasure/pain:

Five Golden Nims

The Dharmabag lights his orbs on fire

Christmas ‘Canebag

# posted by douchebag1
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