Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Stoagy McBain Voted in the HCwDB of the Month
Did you?
Mmmm… Milfy Marjorie… so spicey. So fiery.
Busy week here at DB1 H.Q. as we gear up for the 2011 Douchie Awards. Some hilarious writeups have already come in, and I’mma going through the archives and seeing what we got.
Hottest Hott ain’t gonna be easy to cull down, nor Golden Globes. Many boobie hottie suckle thighs to consider.
The HCwDB of the Year is also as wide open as it’s been. Who will win/lose? That remains to be seen.
But for now, I’s grabs some Trader Joes frosted mini wheats.
Stoagy McBain is even better at Schmoking Pole.
He works that cigar like an expert Pickle Kisser.
Not to be racist, but I think that’s his moms.
Is that dice protruding out of his zipper? Too strange.
Nice crotch-dice. He crapped out at life.
Is it too late to recant my nomination for trashcan to the head?
Damnit, you’re not supposed to give the afterbirth a name and dress it up.
I’m glad Marjorie is in such a good mood. Bitch!
It’s been raining here for three days, plunging me into my annual, four month bout of Seasonal affective disorder. The hovel may rise up and float away on a sea of muddy water, shopping carts and used motor oil.
However, we’re expecting three to five inches of snow, which at least, puts me into the Holiday spirit.
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The distant wail of sirens are heard no more, the last vestiges of civilization silenced. The Machine, a viable, bubbling cauldron of hatred and death. The bare wires of Holiday lights hang limp, the inflatable Santa Claus ripped from it’s moorings and blows across empty suburban streets. The fabric of society long-since unraveled, save the topless, dominatrix pharmacists dispensing scorpion bile from buttermilk baskets woven from the underarm stubble of bearded Communists.
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Schoolyards, once teeming with happy children stand empty. Hollow-eyed psychopaths traverse the barren killing fields, heads hung low, searching the ground for fragments of truth.
The children are piled one upon the other, their blackened flesh clinging to shattered bone,
the sins of the fathers heaped, like burning coals, upon the sons and daughters of iniquity.
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Little Boy Blue, now come blow your horn,
The sheep have been baked and the cows are all gone.
Where is the boy who watches the sheep?
He’s, under the haystack in a burnt, twisted heap.
Will you wake him? No, no not I.
For he lies blistered and bleeding, and covered with flies.
Happy Holidays!
Excuse me @Hermit while I go find my shotgun and a long piece of string.
@Hermit, Happy Holidays, and I feel the same way in the summer. Weird.
@ Choad
Just spreading the joy.
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B.T.W. Looking forward to a new all Thai-food site called “Eating Bang-cockk.”
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Sorry
Milfy Marjorie = buttery Latina Christie Turlington shorty..sans Ed Burns….ssssssssssssizzle
I don’t like this chick. Her face is too big.
Any chick rolling those dice can potentially score:
1=genital herpes
2=Chlamydia
3=AIDS
4=Gonorrhea
5=crab louse
6=Syphilis
Gives me a Cheri Oteri vibe, which I’ve always liked…
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http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0652783/
The cigar tries to say “I’m a distinguished gentleman with refined tastes and I’m savoring a well-earned pleasure” but the flair, gelled hair and chin fung make it clear that this is like that one time you put on your dad’s suit when you were five years old. Sure, it was hilarious at the time, but if you’re still doing it twenty years later, you may want to re-evaluate some of the choices you’ve made to arrive at this point in your life. Also, she should be holding her champagne glass by the stem. Nothing is worse than the nouveau-riche who aren’t even riche. Très gauche.
Good stuff Hermit!!!!
hmm no runaway winner like ol’ stacky? it is nice to not know the winner 11 month in advance.
Holy red dice and purple undershirt, Batman! His chin fung is spreading!
That sure is a proud peter puffer pose there.Just can’t get enough dick to suck. Margy the milf can do a lot better than hanging around with this dick licking piece of excrement.