Wednesday, April 6, 2011
When Groin Shave Reveal Kills
Sure Marty has little to look forward to for the rest of his life in outer Long Island other than occasional trips to Dave & Busters to relive his lost youth playing the retro T2 game.
But for Jenn and Patricia, the lovely ladies of Spring Bake Fest 2011, Marty can make sure of one thing: Acid Reflux For All.
his ass is showing right? i mean, how is it possible to have pants on like that?
Flaw Abiding Citizen.
Damnit Marty, you had a pass until beerbelly shave reveal (BBSR).
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Enjoy your Kool-Aid ladies, it was sweet of you two to color coordinate bikinis to match Marty’s madras.
Really
Vile
Cancer of the
Ass
Retarded
Vuvuzelas
Call
Assiduously
Ruddy
Vajayjays
Chop
Atoms
Root
Vegetables
Can’t
Abolish
.
this fucckstick’s ability to induce vomiting.
This is the first time I wish I were a different species. Yuck.
Drunken, scantily clad coeds. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
It sucks getting old.
Red
Venereal
Clap
Attack
Really
Vile
Clitoral
Anomaly
Razored
Vast
Carpet on
Abs
RevChad’s
Vicodin
Chewing
Assistant
Rod
Vein
Chugging
Authority
Really
Vain
Clown of
Ass
‘Roid
Veil
Clogs
Asshole
Rectal
Vein
Compression
Assistant
Raging
Vagina
Crusher
And Shit
Restroom
VIP
Circle-Jerk
Attendee
Rusty
Van
Creepy
Anal
.
Yeah, not the best but, you know what are ya gonna do?
Rather
Varicose
Crotch
Apples
Rapid
Ventrical
Collapse
Approaching
Rectual
Vacuum
Causes
Aneurysm
Ritalin
Vanquishes
Coital
Attention
Radioactive
Venereal
Cranial
Accumulator
Really
Vapid
Cunts
Association
That may not be GSR. It might be GBR: Groin Brazillian Reveal.
He doesn’t look conscious. Methinks he passed out on the crapper and the two nice ladies are helping him back to his bunk. Hopefully, he’ll be laid on his back so he chokes on his own vomit.
I’d perform a self orchiectomy at a soccer riot in Guyana for the 15 minutes alone with the pair/pear known as “Jenn and Patricia”. I’d then wrap up the afternoon with Marty’s BBQ brush rectal breech.
Dammit Marty, pull up your pants and stick your tongue out or lick someone’s face. GSR is so 2009
Regional
Vasectomy
Conference
Attendee
Ragamuffin
Vegas
Clitoral
Arbiter
Retro-
Virus
Collecting
Asshole
Recognizing
Vacuous
Cunts
Aflank
Ridiculously
Vapid
Creatures
About
Rodeo
Viking
College
Alum
Rancid
Vaginal
Collective
Attendee
for their sake I hope that’s the Jonestown cool-aid they are drinking and this nightmare will be over soon.
and I hope he had the decency to shave his obviously revealed ass crack to match the gsr.
^ACR? M.D.P.I, I believe you’ve come up with a new acronym.
Also upon further inspection, douche has a scar for when they had to go in and help his testicles descend. A lot of douches need help with finding a pair, pretty common actually.
.
Medical Science.
My eyes are bleeding!!
Must….
Have…..
Ass Pear!!!
What if he’s actually a chick? Not a shemale, a feman?
what a bunch of haters..atleast it got him these 2
Note to bleeths: Your sunglasses shouldn’t make me think of Ric Ocasek.
I suspect that Jenn and Patricia are actually the lovely ladies of the Spring Bukkake Fest 2011.
It can’t be easy shaving your lower abdomen when you have to maul the upper abdomen out of the way just to see where you’re shaving. Presumably, he’s sucking it in for the photo, so if it’s still that pudgy, then in the privacy of his basement apartment, it’s really gotta be in the way.
There’s still some snow on the ground here so any memories of summer are distant at best, but this kind of photo reminds me of the time I saw a couple of hotties who’d been talked into posing for a photo with some schlub in a pub. He wasn’t quite a douche, but probably only due to laziness. With a bit more effort, maybe he’d get around to fake-tanning and hair-gelling himself to full douchiness. He wasn’t drunk, but he was well on the way, and his insistence on a photo with said hotties resulted in getting one, but that’s not all he got. They whispered sweet nothings and flirted and yea and verily, a tent was pitched. He was drunk enough not to realize it at first, but not so drunk as to have prevented it in the first place. He was wearing sweatpants, which are not renowned for their containment capabilities, and the hotties left him standing there looking like the poster boy (quite literally) for unfulfilled over-optimism.