Saturday, January 19, 2013
HCwDB Sails Onward….
From the peaks of fame and fortune, celebrity worship, and Hollywood a’callin’, to the ignominy of internet passe status, HCwDB moves through inter-life as a she-beast of nostalgic oasis.
For we are, after all, the oldest internet picture-mocking blog of them all.
Almost seven years old.
Which is 145 on the interwebs.
Like a pixeled dog-ratio.
Sure I could pull the plug on this site. Say “that’s all folks!” Mark it done.
But, I tells ya, I’m not going out proudly.
I’mma limp and whimper onward, ever onward, into fading irrelevancy.
Because that’s how I roll.
And because pear.
Richard Grincho, looking extra grinchy, on this grey Saturday afternoon.
While HCwDB is the best photo mock site on the Internet, because of the writing, photo mocking is almost as old as the ‘net itself. For example, the domain name for Fat Chicks in Party Hats was registered on 15-Nov-1999.
Are you all turning into morose ghouls because Nancy said the site was going down. Well fuck that! And fuck Nancy!
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Even though “Ask Reverend Chad” was censored (respect) last week, and by censored I mean trash bin, I will not give up on this site as long as DB1 is still around.
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Have we forgotten the fortitude of our forefathers who fought for our freedom to mock. They lost limbs,eyes, penises, and the occasional Mon Pubis. Some of them died for fuck sake. Take up the torch passed to us by the likes of men who died for the right to laugh and make glee at the expense of unfortunate photos of retarded people. Fight on my brothers. I’m writing a new tome for next week and expect Hermit and Mr.Scrotato to join me as we are called to arms. We must continue or the lost lives of those who fought before us will never rest in their graves. Son.
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YOU CANT GO!!…………..ALL THE PLANTS WILL DIE!!
Grieco looks like a Spitting Image puppet version of himself.
Ed hardy is played out, Richard Grieco is old and creepy, John Mayer is reduced to serenading firefighters, and the Jersey Shore has been lost to the ocean. Douches are being mocked left right and centre. One might ask what a wartime general does during times of relative peace.
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Until the new trends in douchedom rise and take the world by storm, he must sail onwards… And in the meantime, enjoy the spoils of booty.
I blame it on twitter, Facebook Instagram and the declining attention span of an increasingly stupid Amërïkän public.
Just this evening I was discussing the subject with my non-existent, online girlfriend. People are no longer willing to involve themselves in the deep, meaningful dialogue which takes place in this forum.
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Does HCwDB even exist? Do I even exist, and why? Where the fuck did I put my beer?
There are vile subsets of Dbaggery that aren’t mocked enough. The whole X-Games/big mountain skiing scene is rife with entitlement baggery. Nantucket/Hamptons baggery is equally repulsive. There will always be a Hot Chick with Douche Bag. The signifiers may change but as long as there is the attitude it will never go away and fight we must.
Et tu douche?
Bitches can’t hang with the streets.
I agree with Et Tu Douche? about the vile subset of privileged boy-poodles of the Nantucket/Hamptons strain. Let’s go after the retarded Kennedy grandkids!
Hamptuckets
Grieco’s going for the 30 y/o Keith Richards look.
Boy Poodles is a good band name.
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And I hacked DB1’s post to add a pear link where it says “pear”.
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Because ur welcome.
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Baters.
thanks, ‘Sock. Now that’s a nice breakfast biscuit.
Darksock done us a good deed, It might be Fenny and I loves me some Fenny. The Scrumtrulescence of Sunday morning, silhouetted Ham Dangle™ make me weep and also makes me crave some Ham & Eggs w/wheat toast, a cup of coffee and wedge of watermelon.
Hampsters.
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Said
I would denounce The Right Honorable Rev Chad as my hero, pay untold amounts for remedial boating lessons for DarkSock, give my Luxman M-2000 power amp to Vin Douchal, commit genocide against Alpacas, and besmirch the Harley-Davidson (Respect) name in the presence of Hermit because that’s some serious stuff all for the slightest of a chance to slurp a Sunday morning mimosa as it slowly cascaded down from “Maybe Fenny Pear’s” lower back arch, winding its way through glorious ass crack to drip oh soooo slowly off of her shorn succulence. Dammit now I’m hungry, thirsty and I believe to be in the early stage of Renob and by early stage of Renob I mean I’ve got a chub.
pear always spikes ratings
bunghole
Covert DarkSock edit for the win.
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– management
I think the X-Games baggery is a rampant strain that needs our attention. Gym baggery is also timeless and provides fertile grounds for mockery.
You know what I always say….