HCwDB of the Week
Ali bomaye!! Ali bomaye!! It’s on.
Here’s your finalists:
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #1: Bucky Got Mad Game (and Crazy Skillz)
What always adds a second layer of crapwaddery to an HCwDB pic is confirmation that the coupling is, indeed, real.
Later that week we learned that not only did Bucky have mad game, but he has crazy skillz.
And the painful pic #3 confirmed this taintball of poseur lick was actually with tanned Kathy Hott.
Kathy Hott has a smile that makes avacados shimmy and grapefruits burst forth with citrus seed.
Bucky needs to be run over by a steam train and then peed on by a titmouse.
Also note the giant welder’s gloves as Bucky “Runs with the Goose.” A new douche look for 2009? Perhaps.
And the pants? Hammertime.
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #2: The Shmeg Warrior
This pic has grown on me like a fetid fungus for a number of reasons.
At first, Shmeg felt like your standard Party Choad. Then I looked closer.
The smug pout.
The dipshit hair with frosted tip bonus.
The hint of Vote for Pedro mustache.
The prominent neck bling.
And curling up with him is our Drunk Sorority Hottness, Amanda, with sexy shoulder suckle and dazed “do me” resignation.
She reminds me that we must also pay tribute to Farrah Fawcett, the originary H.C. of the 1970s. A bit before my time, but I hear that poster brought about many to want to Lee her Majors.
And if she is Farrah echo, he’s Michael’s chimp, Nubbles.
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #3: The Scrotasaurus
This pic did not get the HCwDB props it deserved when it first appeared last week.
Note two of the hottest, purest, ivory snow ladies that I would salivate on like a drooling brain-addled oxy contin addicted lobotomy patient enraged after watching six straight hours of Mind of Mencia while strapped to a Clockwork Orange torture chair.
And do not let the grin forgive the Scrotasaurus his douchitude. For he is the worst of Vegas pustule.
Clearly this is HCwDB Weekly material. But is this coupling (tripoling?) rank enough to win?
(Dis)honorable mention to Steven King’s The Tongue and The Tongue Part 2, Luke Wilson’s Tumor, Follywood Squares and Suspenders of Disbelief, each of whom just missed the cut, for varying degress of hottness and douchitude.
So them’s your three.
Which rises to the top (bottom) of the scale? That’s up to you.
Vote, as always, in the comments thread.
