HCwDB of the Month: Trent Assholio and Luscious Larissa
Since I’m way behind on Monthlys, and far too lazy to take the time to actually hold an election around here, I’mma go with what’s deserving of HCwDB Monthly status.
And what is deserving is the purity of punchface that Trent Assholio invokes, in congress with the perfect shapely suckle taut poke grab fondle gnaw that is Luscious Larissa.
Yeah, it could’ve gone to Infectious Rick and Connie Thong Pear. They were a close second. The Craptastropher and Debutante Amy were also in the mix. But then I realized something.
Trent Assholio is all that douchebaggery imbibes. Luscious Larissa deserve booble fondle.
Together, they produce a crisis of meaning in the scrambling of signifier.
As Foucault taught us, individuals intuit and respond to systemic power control in what appears to be the agency of free choice.
There is no free choice.
We are all controlled. By Larissa Pear.
I’d complain that DB1 was seizing power from the people and turning our autonomous collective into a dictatorship, a self-perpetuating autocracy, but I think he’s spot on here. It’s nice reprieve to see an Everybag like Trent on the site, what with the current rash of herpsterism as of late. And I would strip down to my speedo and dive headfirst into a Jersey garbage dump just for the chance to find the credit card receipt that she signed from a night out of clubbing so I could bring it home, frame it and cherish it as a Holy Relic of Unattainable Pear.
Whatever, it’s not like she even pays for her drinks when guys like Trent are around.
Where’s my coffee, something needs to stem the raging tide of this hangover.
So its Larissa Pear that’s making me drink my beer on the rocks? Whatta she devil. Trent you’re a lucky man. Sure she’s pricey and she doesn’t blow you unless you get her good and drunk. But still, you’re doing better than old Bobzilla.
I would pee in her butt.
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srsly.
Luscious Larissa’s side B( . )( . )B profile makes grown men weep and by weep I mean buy her drinks in the hopes she might get drunk enough to not notice your receding hairline, gut and desperate attempt to cling to the fading remnants of youth.
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A fine example of HCwDB, good call DB1
This jackhole has been on this site years before, but I’m too drunk to look for him.
Larissa and her 6lb watch for HOH. The write in votes still work for that right, or are we Cuba now?
Larissa has weather girl boobs… subtly and tastefully enhanced, and then shown off to great effect without showing much at all. I golf clap in admiration. And by golf clap I mean rub one out.
She has been put on notice that she is a strong contender for The Most Expensive First Date Hott. That come hither smile has probably gotten her her own private island somewhere.
McCrude Dude says it very well. The forecast calls for very hott tempratures with a chance of rain, and by rain I mean I’d like to ejaculate on her tits.
Fuck!
She has a sorority chick dates the lacrosse dude but doesn’t put out because she isn’t interested and loves her mom and minister and is carrying a 4.65 weighted GPA in Oral Surgery at UMass Dartmouth vibe….
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….. which I’m cool with because a) There was never a day in my life I would have ever had a chance with this perfect & flawless an item b) she’s giving Trent the most inflicted painful set of the bluest balls ever known in the history of mankind. Yay!
Sir Huddleston . . . Tool may or may not have been on the site before, but his vastly superior, by which I mean douchier, separated-at-birth twin Smoot certainly was. I knew Smoot. Smoot was a friend of mine. You, Trent, are no cheap opportunity for me to again mention that thing I keep mentioning but I ain’t doing it now. And you never will be.