Thursday, June 24, 2010
Redneck Vegas
With the cost of gas so high these days, sometimes it’s easier to make the douche pics happen on your own terms, rather than driving all that way.
With the cost of gas so high these days, sometimes it’s easier to make the douche pics happen on your own terms, rather than driving all that way.
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Two things come to mind.
All time douchebaggette.
Where do the tatts end and the swimsuit begin, or where do the tatts begin and the swimsuit end?
What a fucking dick head with the hat tilt.
That’s three things…
Two words: Skin, Nee!
What the shit is this? I didn’t realize I was on tardsonaboat.com. Jay-sus.
…and hey, is the guy in the back packing something up the anus of the girl in the back?
No, fuck YOU, dump-taking cougar Bleeth.
Anybody who complains about the United States when people like this can own a boat really need to have their head examined. Any other country in the world these people would be summarily executed under the excuse of “deficient.”
She’s so toxic, her belly button is peeing mercury.
Awright, seriously.. this friggin’ does it. Where do these fucktards get the disposable income to be hangin’ out in boats, getting big-ass tats, and wearing designer hats and whatnot. I mean, I could maybe afford all this shit–maybe–if I wasn’t contributing to my 401(k), my pre-tax medical reimbursement program, and paying my mortgage on time.
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These ass nuggets? G.E.D.s at best. And lord only knows where that middle finger of hers has been… Sheesh!
Everything in this photo is absolutely disgusting. Thank God at least Buffalo Beast had the prescience to set up a four cannon salute which will send them all to Hell in a few moments.
Classy girl. I sense a gang bang coming on. And by coming on I mean……
Cumming on her.
Douchitude revealed by her, ah, navel manouvers.
Her aggressive gesture can only be called a broadside.
holy crap did no one notice that lame-ass has his belly button pierced. can’t get more lame than that. bet dude gots a tribal tramp stamp. and for the record “can a douche float?”
wishing I could just sucker punch the tattoo guy right in the gut.
how many douchebags does it take to pool enough money to pay for an escort? THREE. it shows you in the pic.
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i’m impressed it didn’t take more.
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oh wait. they not only paid for an escort, they also paid for a female corpse curled up in fetal position. i don’t know what THAT’s for, though.
I caught syphilis just looking at that picture. Thanks a lot.
Great . Just Great . Thanks a lot DB1 .
(vomits)
Yeah. Great.Looks like fun.
Stage 5 Bleeth = not being able to close your legs …..ever.
she’s about to crap for these boys
Raymond Burr would be under that pooter with a glass plate on his face
Allahu akbar!!!
“So like we were out on the boat and shit an like Trinity like shoves a bottle of Bacardi Limon up her ass n shit I guess to loosen it up an like she takes a fuckin shit on like the fuckin boat dude! It was off the chizzain bro!”
Holymarymotherofboatdouche, nausea bears down on me when I witness a load of tatted gooshy guys plying their boat-choad moves with a shapely but Bleethy broad in a bikini, bearing booze.
The puke pan, PUH LEEZE!!
Isabel flipped the bird to the x-ray tech who hit the button a second too soon, revealing Alice Cooper’s hen-pecked skeletal fragments as they slid past Alvin’s bread box.
Elmore steadied himself on the rocking stern of the boat before reaching into his utility bag and commencing with the asshole transplant surgery.
The gang continued to eat, drink, and be merry… oblivious to Plinky’s mom’s helmet rising from the mountain range beyond as she awoke from a two day fast with a lascivious hunger for floating fiberglass and human flesh.
Shania signaled that this would be the last can she could fill with her fecal refuse as Magnus continued to ingest all four of her previous deposits.</I.
All aboard the S.S. Starfish!
They’e harvesting the results of leftover chinese food that sat in the sun too long. Who want’s a spicy shot of Szechuan Chafey Gravy?
Got my fuccen font back.
Damn ya leathery Sea Hag, eat a sandwich!
And put some raw meat on that black eye ya got when Tats Mcskellator was skull fucking you.
WTF?
i believe it was senex iratus poopdeck pappy, father of popeye who once said…
i love to go swimmin with bowlegged women,. and swim between their legs.
i know i’ve seen this girl before…
oh yeah
Charmaine would have to wait until the pregnancy was carried to term before a paternity test could definitively identify the father. Until then, she will fortify her amniotic fluid with Bacardi Limon.
@bagnonymous
Short answer: They don’t have the disposable cash for this. They lease the boat or “bought” it on credit. They were able to do that because they don’t spend any money on the various things you mention, like 401(k)s or saving for medical expenses. The downside is that when they show up to the emergency room, they basically fuck us all by not being able to pay. The upside is that they receive low-quality care precisely because they only get treatment in the emergency room, so they’re much more likely to die of commonly curable and/or preventable illnesses, like tetanus and/or syphilis.
The “hott” …and I use the term as loosely as BP’s containment cap.. is toxic.
Some kerosene and a match is the only remedy.
Lo, Friday Haiku!
It’s “Take Your Dog To Work Day”
R.I.P. Farrah
I should’ve known better than to click on bcs’s link.
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* urp *
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I don’t feel so good…
@Don’t Squeeze The Douche –
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Cool ID! I used to go by “don’t wheeze the douche.” : )
I think the Boss might be hungover this morning – PBR’s and the ‘Train don’t mix well when you’re washing down Hostess treats, do they?
Every once in a while you read about a female teacher who’s gets caught getting it on with one or more of her male students. And maybe, when you read the story, you think to yourself “Well what’s wrong with that?” or “F*cken lucky kid. If only that had happened to me.” After all, guys want sex about oh, six months after leaving the womb. So it’s not like its rape or molestation or anything. How can you possibly rape the willing? What could possibly be wrong about a teacher f*cking her students? How is society harmed by a horny older woman satisfying herself with a couple of horny young dudes?
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Indeed, what could possibly be wrong with that? The next time I hear “Hot for Teacher”while on my morning commute I’m crossing all lanes of traffic and going right into the freeway construction zone.
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I believe this also answers the question “How did they get a boat?”
Neil Peart’ll be pissed if they fuck up any of his roto toms hanging overhead.
My eyes!
@WheezerHCwDB
tnx
I had a couple of old ID’s, but I came up with this one after watching an old Charmin commercial..(Mr Whipple)
She looks like she is less than 3 months away from being a poster child for meth.
@ Creature
Hold up…Perry Mason like to get sh1t on?
bcs makes a cameo return to leave trademark grossout hyperlink…. always gets me… well done
I’d hit that.
What? I mean with a 2×4, ideally knocking her overboard. Then, when manages to get back in the boat, mad as wet hen, I’d tell her to go make us a sammich.
And don’t forget to bring me my beer!
Giving birth to tat-boy must have done some hellacioius damage. Looks like she’s peeing out of her belly button.
I normally don’t like to post mean things about the people in the pictures, but sheesh, these people don’t seem to smart.
I’d pee in her boat.
That is a pretty standard lake/river rats. NEXT!!!!
I don’t know why, but there’s something I really like about that nasty small-town Gretchen-Wilson-loving bitch. Maybe she’d let me grope her at Tea Party
She looks like she is less than 3 months away from being a poster child for meth.
I love the fact that tatt guy there has a large skeleton in a top hat done across his gut. Then to perfectly accentuate this ‘bad ass’ tattoo he puts on … Flowery shorts. Seriously, that is rather like benchpressing five hundred pounds of matching curtains and throws. Like painting your Mustang glittery pink.