Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Somewhere in this pic of chaste sapphic cuddling quality U. Mass Communication Major Sorority Girls, I’ve carefully hidden the Pooper Mario Brothers.
Look closely.
Can you find them?
Where’s Pooper Mario Brothers?
Somewhere in this pic of chaste sapphic cuddling quality U. Mass Communication Major Sorority Girls, I’ve carefully hidden the Pooper Mario Brothers.
Look closely.
Can you find them?
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Mother of all that is holy those are some hot girls. Just slowly turn your heads ladies, towards each other, tilt them ever so slightly, and lock lips.
Is this now “Hot Chicks With Fat Turds?”
If that’s UMass Amherst, I may have banged blondie’s mother at a Grateful Dead concert.
Bartholomew bravely grasped the white-hot spit and slowly tilted the skewered pig forward, off the rotisserie, so the gang could fully capture their Christmas dinner festivities.
The gentlemen politely held their breath as Katrina and Beatrice smiled and expunged three month’s worth of pent up fondue and bacon tartare-tinged methane into the atmosphere.
With the affirmation of his date’s newfound lust for her ebon-haired sister, Artie Lange rested one hand on his hip while he prepared to play ‘aerate my abdomen’ with a butcher’s knife.
Ahhh. UMass Amherst, my alma mater…pretty sure I caught a beat to the memory of blondie on the right after a beautiful springtime stalking session around Southwest… Those weren’t the days.
At least this one’s easy to crop.
Nice melon, gigantor. Here, have a dozen doughnuts.
I want to suck on those noses. And by noses, I mean boobs. And by boobs, I actually did mean noses.
Boobs too tho.
Samurai Scrote knelt beside the trough, his lips parched and his throat screaming for liquid salvation. Trails of an airy spume funded the clear sky with a stink of old blood and long dead flesh. The belly of the metal feed canister was piled three-hands high with the steaming pink and grey entrails of slaughtered animal, and despite the heat of the day Samurai Scrote was fortunate enough to be wearing knee-high black rubber boots, a long black apron and black, elbow length gloves.
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A better way to begin one’s day as a Sunday School teacher? Samurai Scrote could not think of one.
Dammit.
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Wrong thread.
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Oh, trashcan… we miss ye thenceforth hitherto forthwith and thus and thus.
SCROTE scrote Scrote
Dumb DUMB dumb DUMB
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Fuckin’ douchie
There has to be 5 of them – the fat douche ate a side of 2 douchebags for dinner
Hey, I’d have a look like that on my mug, if I were a big fat elephant turd with a tiny twig+berries, too.
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Sorry Mario.
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Oh, and:
“EXACT CHANGE??!!!!”
“CAESAR? ANTHONY??? Y’OU OKAY???”
COMMUNICATIONS MAJORS?
so that was where i should’ve been looking when i was in university.
Pooper Fatty Mario likes to talk about Harleys, but he never fixed a motorcycle in his life. sad.
At least the chicks are somewhat blocking our view of Porky. Too bad we’ll need ten more to complete the job.
Actually I think it may be Mario and Luigi on the left and Bowser on the right. All douched up and putting their traditional enmity aside in order to make kissy lips at the camera.
Oh and to the makers of Mario: The Hardy adventures. I should hate you for what you have done to the main characters but I forgive you for the inspired idea of making Princess Toadstool into this duo. Lets hope Mario and Bowser spend the whole game just off camera while these two pass the long boring days in captivity, centre frame.
This pic has the ultra rare “Depth on Scrote” effect on the viewer. Right Hott FTW. Perhaps HoH?
The one on the left is Mrs. Kroeger. The one on the right is her friend Jamie Lynn Spears. What the fuck?
Correction, the one on the left looks like what I remember Mrs. Kroeger looks like, minus big nose, and I would like to see her get into the dirty parts of said Spears whore. But that will not happen and i will suffer through another day of shit, come home, and live the same day over again waiting for my sweet Jesus to take me home. Maybe Mrs. Kroeger will let me ass bone her in the old leather outfit like we used to.
I forgot the dudes in my medically induced stupor. They are poo and not supposed to be in the picture.
He looks like a bouncer at an Alabama titty bar / BBQ buffet.
As a holder of a BS in Communications I can say with confidence that a).a Comm. Degree and a Yugo will get you about the same distance in life and b) those girls are absolutely smoking hot.
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$50,000 in tuition later and “smoking hot” is the best I can do.
No I do not see them. I only see cuteness mondo.
I think Pooper Mario Bro on the left just blew Pooper Mario on the right, but he seems to be taking it quite well.
I’d like to romance the stones off that little emerald jewel of the Nile….or ssomething like that….I’m drunk…… fffucik you!!
I would punch an oversize SUV full of kittens in each of their precious little faces twice just the be the hot dog vendor that sold food to the ugly, fat friend of these two uberhotts just on the off-chance that some of their hott particles were still clinging to the fatty, on the slim chance I would inhale even one molecule.
Poor Ambre on the left there needs someone to gently and lovingly rub some high-quality sunscreen into her face and uh. other places. If Chelsea there on the right doesn’t want to do it, I hereby volunteer.
This picture kinda reminds me of this.
Little Douche Poop and Super-Pooper Mario are mere dog kibbles and bits compared to those show-quality pampered pooches Cuddles and Coo-Coo.