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HCwDB of the Month: The Tardopoulous Brothers and Stephanie McGee

In a “Battle of the Bros” ™ between the Tards and Ms. McGee, and the powerful stench of The Poos Brothers and Terézia, it was the toxic stench of fratbroery and boobies that, in the pooper, won out.

The voters speak:

Indiana Choad and the Temple of Douche: My vote goes for Stephanie and whoever is with Stephanie. Mmmmm, boobs…

Bigphatnotadouche: Stephanie’s boobies makes me think of all the ways I would like to soil those fun bags. The douches make me think how to soil myself after a weekend of tequilla and burritos.

collossus of choads: Tardopolous brothers. Fuzzy-tongued douchebags if ever I’ve seen ‘em.

DouchYouWannaDance: You’ve gotta admire anyone who can pull of camouflage and a tiara in the same outfit and still look good. Steph FTW.

dbBen: The Tardopoulous Brothers. The punchworthy factor is so strong with them that the emotion completely overwhelmed me and broke me. Now I’m just a little depressed zoloft lump and didn’t even hit the screen.

Freddy: Tardopolous, though Stephanie may not have “it,” the Tardopolous have it in spades. And by spades, I mean I want to hit them with a spade.

Vin Douchal: She’s Auto-Bleeth just being in the room with the schmegtacular Tardopoulousesesses much less posing happily with her dreamboats. Steph and Bro’s for the month and a good paddeling.

Choad the Douche Sproket: Stephanie and the Tardopolous Bros. FTW…after which the dudes need to be euthanize d… or be condemned to share the rest of their lives in a small dingy cell, applying lotion to Dieter’s ever-more-crusty epidermis whilst he softly sings Edelweiss to them and dreams of Der Fuhrer.

Deltus: The Tardopoulous Bros and Stephanie’s glorious funbag motorboat flesh ride bouncy bouncy heaving jiggling swollen member inducing love mounds of awesome FTW.

Mr. Scrotato Head: Stephanie. I will rub my head against your taught melons, until the squeaking noises make you giggle and krinkle your nose, and the static causes my pubic hairs to stand on end. Yours would stand on end too, if you had any.

Luis Douchuel: I want to give my vote to the one who needs it the most. That one is Stephanie, since her her bust and IQ are roughly the same, she doesn’t have a whole lot else going for her. Except looking adorable in a tiara.

ehcuodouche: The Tards get the edge based on douchal signifiers. They also are more punchworthy and inciting of violence to otherwise harmless forest creatures. And boobies.

Well said, ehcuodouche, but the Poos Brothers were on a mission from God, as is Terézia’s creepy high bellybutton and sexy pooch belly.

Fatness: Terézia’s natural curves and nice smile make the two chunderheads next to her that much more offensive. Hopefully they trundled off to play sword swallower shortly after this photo was snapped.

Dr. Bunsen Honeydouche: the power of Christ compels her to immolate the turd monkey next to her and the soon to be ass hat behind her. Jackals and baghunters and ‘huntresses rejoice at her site for for she is the offal maker that cleanses the palate AND the eyes.

DarkSock: The Brothers Poo and Terézia are higher on my list than her navel is on her torso. Her belly button is so high when she got it pierced her insurance paid for it as a tracheotomy. The PooBros are a stereophonic fecal Bronado.

Sir David Douchenborough: The Poo Brothers and Térezia because Opus Dei would have a freakin’ field day and reenact The Inquisition if they found out their innocent soon-to-be-non-virgin members of the Church were about to descend into such scrotological sin.

Daggerbagger’: The Poo brothers, unlike Deiter and Zebra(who are freakish anomalies), are real-world scotums who pose a very real stench threat in your very neighbourhood. Yes, you’ve seen them ‘illin beachside mackin on hotts and crankin thumpin beats, and yes, it pissed you off. They need to be slapped on their smarmy faces by a large wet fish.

Nancy Dreusche: I’m gonna go with the Poos Bros and Teréhighbellybuttona. She looks like the sweetest of the hotts and the least deserving of the douchbag double team.

Coming in third and fourth respectively, but each with mockers who mocked, Mister Zebracrotch and Karnie, and the eerie Dieter and Minnesota Marnie:

Douchey Lewis and the News: Minnesota Marnie and Dieter FTW. Orange skin, pink lips, duck face, dress shirtless vest, sculpted brows. Dieter is the Lucky Charms or douches. Packed full of your daily requirement of ass wankery.

El Bastardo Magnifico: Minnesota Marnie and Dieter just ever so slightly edge out Guy Fieri and that other chick. What the hell is Dieter? He looks like a Billy Idol head got stuck on a Stretch Armstrong and left in the microwave for twenty minutes.

Stephanie: It’s hard to believe this, but Dieter actually smells,the smells are coming out of my screen, it’s so bad. Or is that my husband silent farting again? I cannot believe Marnie rubs up against that stain!

Anonymous: Zebracrotch, yeah, well that hair and that stupid mankini, but at least he looks like he’s having fun.

pugsly: Hots be damned, Dieter is a stain, a greasy foul smudge in the alley of douche. D FTW.

Steve L: Tard & Steph are classic HCwDB. but Zebracrotch is evil. EVIL. like Dracula. therefore, i must vote for Zebracrotch.

Very true, and Imma put Dieter in the Closet of Poo for creeping me out with that weird kissy lips orangey tan thing.

But this was Tardopoulous week to ascend to the (un)holiest mountain of mock. And Stephanie McGee to boob a babooby.

Lets let Finbar J. Geherty take us home:

Our little hotessa McGee, with her curly locks, bodacious tatas, and sweet indifference to the foul stench of douchness that surrounds her, takes the prize.

Indeed she does, Finbar. Indeed she does. They are quality mock dialectics. And McGee is curvy confusion. We’ll see The Tard Bros and Stepahnie competing in the Yearly.

Excellent work to all for a well parsed debate and vote. And, now, the DB1 for Frosted Flakes.