Thursday, October 27, 2011
D.J. Dudjbagos May Or May Not Be in This Picture
But Boobsy McBoobser most certainly is.
Boobs.
I prod them stoically, and with a small rind of lime.
But Boobsy McBoobser most certainly is.
Boobs.
I prod them stoically, and with a small rind of lime.
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Are those Rev Chads Jeebus-sized cock rings she’s wearing as earrings?
He rocks a mic like a vandal.
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And about as much disposable income as present day Ice.
What a shame.
The hits just keep coming.
She looks tangy.
Dang! That hott is ZESTY!
Purple Nurple Thursday.
Now those are spicey meatballs!
Club DJ = autodouche
I think in this scenario, she’s the DJ and he’s the crapper.
Grandmaster Douche
@CND, are hott chick DJs autodouche as well? There are a couple out there.
Actually, he looks to be on the other side of the turntable.
“Yo! Barkeep! Another Shirley Temple with two fingers of cherries this time!”
Those are some bangin’ ta-tas.
Check out the grapes on that chick. The dude on the right’s grapes are in a jar by her bedside table. Am I right ladies with sweet boobs?
i merely swat them with ping pong paddles & watch them undulate
That open mouth thing, with her tongue between her teeth, almost makes me forget about her partner. The lavender shirt works for him, though.
She looks like a pimped up Elizabeth Hasslebeck. I’d give her a rotating Jesus-sized spindle. And I’d sucker punch that Hasselbeck in the ass with the wrathful bloody fury of God, fuck I hate that fake bitch.
May I suggest Grandmaster Cunt.
@ Vin Douchal
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Are you Neil Giraldo?
You can see how she easily scored the job at the Welcoming Station at Grand Teton National Park.
…Motor…Boat…
My…GOD those are some huge hoop earrings! I mean, has anybody looked at the size of those things and how perfectly round they are? I’ve never seen a pair of such delectable hoop earrings in my life. Their so plump and supple, I could cup and gently squeeze those hoop earrings all day.
And any bar with Miller Lite lung ta prayer flags can’t be hiring top-of-the-line DJs.
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Bartender: Hey, do you know any DJs? I’m thinking of getting someone in here on Tuesday nights after the $1 Pabst crew leaves.
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Regular: Yeah, I got a friend who DJed a party once. He’s got some sick tunes on his Ipod.
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Bartender: Right on. I can’t pay him anything, the boss won’t let me waste money on another fruitless venture to get more custies in. Maybe just kick him a few free domestics or well drinks.
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Regular: He’d totally be down with that. The guys a pathetic alcoholic loser like me who thinks he’s a ladies man but hasn’t been laid in over two years.
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Bartender: Perfect! Have him come one in some night and we’ll discuss the details. Now quit vomiting on the floor and get the fuck out of my bar.
She might be Page 3 girl Sam Cooke from the UK. She went from “modeling” to be a DJ recently. Check out the images of her on Google.
Wobbly, nice catch. I think you’re right.
http://www.myspace.com/djsamcooke/photos/16466430#%7B%22ImageId%22%3A16466430%7D
Someone please explain the Jerzification of America. I beseech thee…
You may be interested in the “complete” version: WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!
http://www.page3.com/archive/girl-of-the-day-02052011-20726.html
@CB
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Shouldn’t that be “The tits just keep on coming.”
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Or better yet
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“I just keep coming on the tits?”
Well, I’ll be a one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people eater.
Those are some fine purple jugs.
Qasim, son of Saddam, has found that Dubai is a little more welcoming of the sons of despots…Boobsy McBoobster is looking to scalp one of his Ferraris before the Swiss bank account gets frozen.