Tuesday, May 8, 2012
HCwDB After Dark: The Smell of Alpaca Poo
Perfect doe-eyed Quartasian Corrie and her three Besties (Ashley, Kelly and Ananda) smell something in presence of D.J. Fargin Icehole.
It’s either bologna. Or flies.
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“Saint Reopen Da Gangster”? That’s a bit weird and way too literal for a prison name. After all, we know he’s the receiver. We don’t need the “hint.”
And yes, we can guess that one can drive a ’49 Buick in there.
http://www.49buick.com/PDRM3490.JPG
Enjoy the shoot girls. Or should that be “Enjoy the chute, SIr”?
That’s a lot of double breasted, brown-bellied, mattress thrashers.
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I love bird watching.
You know you’re looking at a photo of bleeths when the one in the strategically-cut Guns ‘n’ Roses tank top is the least skanky of the bunch.
looks like ‘Roadmap Chest’ Rod is amid the afterlunch shift at Yu Han Mi Kak acupunture clinic & hunny hoppin’ salon…if you shower 1st, they’ll toss your salad
Y’know…even though Corrie’s black, rat eyes and pendulous nose make her look like Alice The Goon’s hot cousin, it looks like she is rocking a very pleasant and refreshingly natural physique in that blackini.
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Credit where credit is due, young lady. Kudos.
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…..you bastages.
Which one is Corrie the Quartasian for fucks sake? The Baron got me all messed up.
The skank-o-meter neetle just got pinned and started smoking with sparks shooting all over the place. Me thinks these upstanding young ladies know their way around the nether region of male counterparts of the species and have a fondness for male bodily fluids.
Are those muppets on his chest? if so then he really is keeping it gangster. I’m diggin the under boob reveal on Perfect doe-eyed Quartasian Corrie
You know this is all just a big misunderstanding here, this is really one of those Ultimate Mountain Bike Ministry Youth Group Meetings that Jay Bakker (son of Tammy Faye and Jim) puts on. First he gets a bunch of unstable, emotionally insecure kids feed them a shit ton of Red Bull and Adderall then talks to them about Jeebus then does ollies off the stairs and whip-its with them for the rest of the service. Same basic premise as his parents did but with raver elements peppered in. I’m positive these girls hymens are all perfectly intact and not an impure thought or morally compromising act has ever, ever been comitted by any of them, pure as the driven snow!
‘Alice the Goon’…heh heh heh
The tall one with too much mascara looks crazy. Crazier than most, I guess.
The sorority sisters of I Phelta Thi meet the pledgemaster from Masta Beta Kau in the Freedonia University College of Knowledge student union.
bunch of miserable cork-soaker
And don’t forget the “Tucky Dick” tatto there
Welcome to Tat Country.
Would you like flies with that?
The tall one with too much mascara on the left is skankily hott and has given me morning wood. The one on the right has me mourning my lost wood.
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Once again, the paper bracelet makes an appearance.
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I never would have thought someone would have immortalized a phrase like “Kreeper Gangster” with a chest tatt.
Sure, DW. I thought that was implied, but I guess not.
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Without the mob surrounding her, G&R chick could be A-OK.
So, I’m looking at a blown up version of this pic. Don’t ask.
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There’s a squirt gun, a Hello Kitty hair pin, maybe some tummy on the G&R chick. And if you look *really* close, maybe some kind of side vag on the crazy tall one with too much mascara that gives DW wood.
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Then there’s the tattoos: Lucky, some old tyme car with either legs or a machine gun coming out the window, looks like those not-yet-colored in tats just below “Saint” are Muppets: (Statler & Waldorf?), Fozzie Bear, Kermit, some bird I don’t know the name of, and of course, “Keep On McGangster!”
I don’t think I’ve thought of this in about 50 years, but the shit on this guys neck reminds me of the last time I saw my Mom’s father. He was in a hospital bed, and I always remembered some weird discolorations on his neck. never knew what it was, never mentioned it to anyone. But by golly, this schmuck has managed to recreate that look.
And those motel rooms in the back look as small as any, anywhere.
Welcome to the Fungle
Pair ‘a Dice Clitty
[Pocket] Rocket Peen
The number of Quartasians being infected by douche herp today is very disturbing.
And speaking of flies,I saw a pile of this on my lawn,the dog left it.
Pic is a total win/win – - – except for the GSR, NECK SLEEVE INKED DOUCHE!
This pic typifies what the site is all about,,,4 of them, 8 Naturals, bikinis, non-bleeths and GnR cutoff shirts.
+ One True Douche.
This guys tat actually says, “Keepin’ It Gangster”….holy fuck.
I’d drag my sac across a barbed wire fence covered with Gorilla Glue for the opportunity to spend a candlelit evening full of romance and frolic for that one holding the squirt gun.
Frolic in the Park.