Monday, November 14, 2011
Dusty Tells the Ancient Sumerian Aliens Where to Land on his Shoulders
Or, as M. Night Shyamalan once called them, “Crap Circles.”
Mindy perfects flexible back arch that inspires men to take yoga classes and pretend they’ve read Deepak Chopra.
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Buddy Folly?
blondie needs to have that mole examined….& by examined, I mean flogged with a flesh missile!
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Howie has bad tatts & a bad haircut, but, otherwise looks quite pleased to be in such fine company
Interesting photo, looks like a used syringe lying on the ground and Dusty looks to be pulling off the somewhat rare double singlefist of a Sea Breeze & some shitty energy drink. Mindy has that sneaky naughty smile going for her and that’s a good thing.
This could be one of the all-time low-rent photos ever to disgrace the pages here at HCWDB. Is this a party being thrown behind a truck stop, or is it at the loading dock of a Walmart? I would evoke a bowling alley reference but I do not wish to insult bowling alleys and bowlers. Do you think they are serving Natty Ice or Keystone?
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Poo would say, “Yuk, these three are Poo.”
Which one’s Mindy?.
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The old Choad would bone ‘em both.
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If his cardiologist would let him.
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And is that a used syringe on the ground?
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.Tweakers
Is he wearing those cheaparse Kung-fu slippers? And it looks like he spilled something on his Woolworths shorts. I like the back arch, though. She’s got a nice little body.
I’m gonna stray from my usual mock and just state that those are some ugly ass sandals on Mindy. Like Croc ugly. I like how she’s using his hip as a gunt rest though. That’s takin it to the next level ladies. Nice move!
Bet he smells dusty, too.
I like the little one too she’s dirty . Maybe it is the heat wave getting me all randy. Or maybe I’m pissed at myself for being too hungover to go huntin with my father today in this balmy weather cause he got a big buck. Fuck.
Guy looks like Chris Elliott, if Chris Elliott decided to do crack instead of Saturday Night Live.
I’m gonna go out on a limb here and back this guy up. While there may be some chest shave and possible GSR, he does seem to be genuinely enjoying himself in the presence of hotts. No cocky-ass, smug punch-face, and the tatts are not that bad…looks like they were actually done by someone with some skill. The shoes are killing me over here in NYC, serious herpster footwear overload. It’s like you have to take off your shoes and put these on your feet before they allow you up the stairs at the Bedford Ave. L stop, but they could be worse. Am I crazy? I mean he really looks pretty stoked to be there…anyone? Am I gonna regret this?
I’d give Mindy a Yogurt Class Deepak in her Choprah.
I noticed the way she leaned into him as well, Dreuche. Fuck, he’s no oil painting. She must be semi-despo. While her sandal are indeed very iffy, bare feet is a look that has limited location possibilities.
He’s already jizzed in his right pocket area @Justin…so what you mistake as happiness is really post-discharge smirking.
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.Been there…done that…a bunch.
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.Still, the presence of liquid stains on the concrete behind foxy little arc-backed Mindy speaks to more exotic delights — golden showers perhaps? — and goes beyond the capacity of simple man-mustard.
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.Regardless….the hipster slippers alone brand him as a hipster-bag, and the semi-symmetrical shoulder ink makes me want to stuff his head down a porta-potty…..
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.and her head into my lap.
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Herman’s Cain
I’d Occupy Mindy’s pants.
I’m as dirty as I look and I love large things pushed into my anal cavity. My sign is Picses and I’d like to get down hard on your electric eel Choad the Douche Sprocket you dirty litigious gourmande. Spank me with your docket while I take off your briefs and rub sevruga all over your taint.
If the camera were turned around you would see, just beyond the island of gas pumps and the continual line of over-upgraded pick-up trucks pulling borrowed boats, the August sun reflecting off the fetid waters of Lake Mead. A continual stream of tatted and greased choadwanks filter in and out of the Flying J truckstop, maxxing out their last credit cards to fill styrofoam coolers full of energy drinks, cheap beer, and beef jerky. Dust collects atop the bottles of sunscreen but sales are brisk for condoms, sleeves of URCs, and wife beater t-shirts that read “She Mead me in the groin and I just took it.” All purchased in a vain attempt to woo lake skank and get to third base before either the gas runs out or the boss finally gets through on the Motorolla screaming in a strong Pakistani accent “Who the f*ck is gonna cover your shift, whitey? Coolers don’t stock themselves you know.”
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Meanwhile Dusty sits in the open sliding door of his rusted out VW Bus offering stale weed and promises of acid his uncle bought at Woodstock but was to afraid to use because it was “Oh, man, you know, man, it was just, whooooooooof. You know?” to anyone who will take him along for the weekend.
The low rent kingdom of bad tattoos,cheap clothing ,ugly sandals for sure,and Blondie’s duck feet. May a commuter jet fly over and drop their toilet load.
back arch as in scoliosis.
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That is the toilet load.
Uh oh, someone appears to have tinkled themselves over the hott!!!
“Yo, I’m a roadie for Nickelback.”
The guest of honor at this party was a fork lift.
The used syringe on the ground rockets this one right into Crisis Of Modernity 2011.
Mindy may have back arch but the other bitch has a receptacle on her solar plexus similar to what you might find on a Chevy VOLT. Not sure if she recharges her batteries or mates with that port.
That’s either the greatest receding hairline mohawk to have graced these pages or this guy’s barber is taking the piss.
Thanks boss — I needed a chuckle! Soon, I will resume the uhm, study of potential Librarian HOYs.
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Once I’m done de-Occupying my previous location.
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What’s Mayor Bloomberg’s number again? lol