Thursday, August 18, 2011
X-Games 2012: “Strip Rafting”
Say what you will, but it’s rather innovative in its own way.
Say what you will, but it’s rather innovative in its own way.
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If that is indeed a tattoo of a happy dude as an undercover skeksis….I’ll give him a notta.
Nice Dark Crystal Reference dbBen. Second from left looks like one of the gelflings…
There’s never a U-boat around when you need one…
If Huck Finn had Red Bathing Suit on the raft, he would have thrown Jim into the river, or sold him for some quick cash.
The guy on the bottom right with the stogie has three arms and a rather hairy back. However, the most disturbing thing is that he has a tattoo of Jon Stewart on his bicep. What the fuck is that about. I need to smoke and ruminate on today’s disturbing events. DB1 is fuccking with our heads.
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Goldmans
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Far-left is a “Gelf” id like to have “Fling” with….
vagine, far left , seems ready to drop a stinky! YOU CUNTS!
Lot of Hotts going down on that sinking ship. I will be glad to give the the Hotts mouth to mouth.
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Titanic
Far left looks like she knows what to do with that pole.
Kayla had been kegeling the pole since they took off from Cuba in the hopes that they could find a better life here in the States. Through rough seas and high winds Kayla continued to give her all so that the others may live. Just as they approached land however, Tina’s (on the left) gangrenous infection took over to the point where everyone thought that she may have to have her hips, ass, and upper thighs removed. It was either that or kick her overboard and let the sharks take care of her. It didn’t matter to Kayla. All she could keep thinking was “Flex 1, slide 2. Flex 1, slide 2.” In their momentary distraction they all forgot about Chip’s mutant third arm as a result from his mother free-basing Thalidamide in her third trimester. Maybe he wouldn’t be the first to go after all. Captain Chestbrah had a tough decision on his hands. Lighten the load by getting rid of these two and then changing course to Thailand or continue on to the States to let Kayla get a breather and let her snail treads heal up. What to do? What to do? “Bros before hos” yelled Capt. Chestbrah as he simultaneously sent all of the bleeths overboard so that it was just him and Chip. Legend has it that the raft was later found on a beach near Miami with only a pair of labia majora stuck to the pole and a suitcase full of panda meat hidden beneath.
This picture is so saturated with disease vectors that merely looking at it makes my pee burn.
Whole Lotta Yuck
What Is And Should Never Float
Hotts (and ) Dogs
Gropy Dick
Cockk Custard Pie
Ten Years Unemployed
The bleeth on the left is an all-time skank. The hand gesture, the thigh/torso tatt, and definitely generally cute enough. A dirty 8.5. She’s noteworthy, the others are run-of-the-mill and Red Bikini thinks she’s way hotter than she is.
Nose Candy Stash Rock
South Bound Dirty Suarez
Kushmir
Hotts On For Nowhere
Fartbreaker
Houses of the Homely
In My Time of Lying
Black Hog
Ten Years Thong
The Melon Song
In Through The Out Whore
Ho Many More Times
Shaved And Confused
The Song Remains The Stain
The Tampon Song
The Snivelling Riverside Blues
The dOuChEAN
Boogie with Poo.
Masturbation Breakdown
Ignorant Song
When my Chevy Breaks
Stairway To Kevin
This is a song of hope. Hope that all people with mild Cerebral Palsy find peace in their time of dying from getting fucked into Gran Maul seizures and abandoned by heartless cads like Dr. Bunsen Honeydouche and me.
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Salty fuccen tears Gimpy.
No Quarters, So We’re Gonna Have To Play With Nickels- a drinking song
Hats Off To Gay Pooper
Prancing Days
Gallows Pole. What?
Achilles Left Hand
Tomorrow I’m putting one of those in at the Crystal Pier in San Diego.
Since I’ve Been Boning Stu
The Immigrant Fung
Gazing upon these Hawts, I’m watching the rest of my life flash before me.
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Five Weddings and a Funeral
Five divorces and a paternity test.
Red bikini off the shoulder FTW.
Since I’ve Been Dripping Goo
Communicative Disease Breakdown
The Moron Song
Whoring and Tearing
The Battle of Rottencrotch
Bad Times Worse Times
No Thank You
I Can’t Quit You, Syphilis
Hey Hey Why’s My Junk Blue?
D’yer Fuk’er
White Pustule/Black Weeping Sore
Misty Mount’s Her Top
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I don’t even know what that means.
Oxycontin Baby
Night Blight
Living Loving Maid (She’s Just a SLAPWHOAR)
When the Condom Breaks
Rot & Roll
South Bound Dirty Sanchez
How Many More Times (Do I Have to Take These Antibiotics)
Bron-Yr-Barf
For Your Bud Lite
Walter’s Cocck
d’ohh! There’s a sixth hawt hiding behind Fidel Nastro and his cigar.
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Little Red Hiding Hott. She’s prolly the only cute one.
Far left, 10 years from now, hears this question: “Mommy, why are you tatted up like a circus freak?”
As the unofficial comment thread ombudsman I note the following.
1) Led Zepplin came up with song titles well suited to douchebag/bleeth parody.
2)The Black Crowes are underrated even taking into account their commercial and critical success.
3) Talented guitar players have inordinately long forearms.
4) Talented guitar players, regardless of the their level of talent, should never wear satin shirts, especially when they have man tits.
5) Jimmy Page looks like an old lesbian.
That boat is awesome, stop hating on the stripper boat, its my neighbors, and it will bring out the lil doucher in anyone.
Austin, TX Greatest place in states, besides SD
@ Rev 5:03
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Dayum, Page played the shit outta that Tele in that guitar solo. I never saw him play one on stage, always a Les Paul
lil red is worth any scrote wankery you can dig up, she is immortal and any insult you levy against this pic i can rebuff with her perfect splendor. yes she is with douche monsters, yet she is not tainted.
$10 says that no one in this photo can explain the difference between “its” and “it’s”.
Man, Zeppelin could do anything. Best thread ever!
Houses of the Hole-y
Killing Whore
As long as the hotts end up nekkid and pole dancing, and the douches get used as anchors, and there’s plenty of beer and whiskey, then I’m not seeing a problem…
Tools in the Rain
Over the Pills and Far Astray
This is Wankus McHannibull, of eponymous and After Dark infamy, by the way. Having failed chemo for his malignant douchoma, he grew some hair and got the skeksis tatt to celebrate his submission to the dark side. If you look closely (I don’t recommend it), you can see a bit of his side tatt poking out. Quite a week for Wankus!
Oh, and: Gon-Yr-Aura Stump.
Gallows Pole
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Hold on. I didn’t have to change the title.
CarouselamBra. Didn’t have to change the title.
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This can go on for another 65 songs.
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Headbanger Viking Poets
Fucking Vikings.
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Jimmies
Whenever I spy a river raft with a floatload of Huck Finn-Tom Sawyer wannabes (and perversions of Becky Thatcher) on this site (rare indeed) I am once again reminded of the probability that DB1 is channeling Mark Twain.
River channeling.
Douched and Confused
Babe,I’m Gonna Douche You
Douche In The Rain… oops someone already…
[…] • Douchebags: Stripper pole on raft? Yes, it is. […]
Never eat 78 pieces of Dim Sum for brunch. Son.
Where’s the floating trash bag?
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