Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Choad Runner
Wile E. Coyote just took a dump on the highway.
Yeah, it’s true. The H.C. side of this equation is not holding up its end of the dialectic zen balance with Mr. Cartoon Chest and Undie Poke. But what are ya gonna do.
Have some Gal Gadot.
that’s a topographical map of middle earth on his torso
This idiot went into the tatt parlor and said “Give me something that makes me look like I have a really awful rash. I need to attract ladies of questionable taste.” Mission accomplished freak. Sweet capri pants too.
What a fuckwit! I don’t know what’s worse: total tatts like this monkey’s wearing or douche hat, ten pound watch, kissy lips et al. Yesterday I stopped to buy petrol (106 Australian dollars to fill my old Ford. Ugh!) A van in the adjacent bowser was pulling out and the driver glanced sideways to either check his rearview mirror or, I suspect, to strike a facial pose. Practically every square inch of his sad, attention-seeking face was covered in metal piercings of one type or another. I mean whatever else it looked like it also looked just plain silly. Same with The Choad Runner. Don’t these idiots realise? Rhetorical question I guess. He’s not exactly the last word in physical development either. His shoulders are as wide, by which I mean they’re as narrow, as his hips. In a couple of years he’ll resemble a triangle. And not an upside down triangle either.
Rant over.
That Mamma Cass can still pull some douche.
He’s not exactly the last word in physical development either FTW
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He makes flies barf
He looks like the docking spawn of Jed The Creepy Wankscrote and Wretch-A-Sketch. Surrounding his belly button is the Camden Nostril of Buggery. The one lone nostril smells out others like him for back alley docking maneuvers that even the HAL 2000 wouldn’t want to get involved in.
If you could take a pictue of sadness, this would be it. I guess this is proof that you can take a picture of sadness.
Upon closer inspection it appears he has tattooed the entire 2011 Farmers Cooperative seed and sprout catalog on his body. Looks like its going to be a tough year for cucumbers.
Fourteen generations after his grandfathers quit exploring, Juan De Puca still squeaks in the family tradition of siteseeing every Cinco De Mayo. Juan carries the family’s ancient naval expertise in his dermis and it is fading as fast as his prospects in Seattle.
I didn’t know that The Milf Hunter died? From the sting of a poisonous starfish?
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RIP, purveyor of fine entertainment, discoverer of Julie Robbins and inventor of the windmill windup ass slap during dog fashion.
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You made sex with older women look even more fun than it is what with the made up backstory pick up, nasty three-input action, spraying and swallowing. Best recurring $9.95 per month fee the internet had to offer.
Fuccen Facebook P.O.S.
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Milf Hunter dies
Nasty rash, douchebag.
What is this, 8-bit week?
Fatty in the middle just projectile vomited up her Greek salad on the Choad Runner’s torso. She is now rearing back to gain maximum thrust in an effort to spew the rest of her lunch over Rosa’s head and into a potted geranium twenty four feet away.
@ Vin
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Read the MILF Hunter’s obit again. What color was the starfish? What was the gender of it? The obit was some pretty funny shit.
It’s just a picture of Travis Barker, after the crash and before the belly skin graft.
Homeless Guy Rule # 38: Don’t use the funny pages as bed sheets.
Jarvis made good on his vow to never bath again after 69’ing with Courtney Love.
Todd came to regret letting the doctor talk him into using his prison pinksock for a belly graft.
I didn’t know Dachau had tattoo artists that got more elaborate than some numbers on the arm.
What?
@Darksock 12:37p hahahahaha! to both comments.
Love the “big button of son posing with baseball bat” on purse of chick to left. Figure this would be douche repellent!
More of “avoid the weight room” (or even a single pull up in 25 years) and “hit the tattoo parlour.”
One does not exactly compensate for the other.
They really should have not let the lepers free from Coney Island.
Girls,do you really want that near your vagina?
Tat boy on break from his job as a circus sideshow freak. After finally getting out of the mental institution that’s the only place that would hire this fucked up loser.
No fwapping here.