The Book
As many of you know, your stubbled commentator on all things boobie/Armani is writing a book parsing the levels, permutations and affectations of the unholy wrongness of hottie/douchey coupling. I’ve gotten into the meat of the writing the past few weeks, and by “meat” I mean staring at enough pictures of vile douchebaggery in pre-sexual ritualized coitus dances to castrate a flock of geese.
But between keeping the site side-boobed as well as writing the book, I’ve been busy. Writing a book ain’t like dusting crops, boy. You could wind up too close to a semicolon, or fly through a run-on sentence, and find yourself floating home.
But the book is underway. And it’s going to be douchetacular.
In the next few weeks I will be putting up various poetry posts for the book. This will be your chance to exhibit as much creative energy in analyzing and mocking the hott/scrote as you’ve come to harness in your time here at HCwDB. Post your best poems in the three categories (limerick, haiku, epic), and the five best will be published in the book. You won’t get paid, but I promise you a hearty handshake and a can of PBR. And a credit. And a signed copy of Pumpy’s new autobiography, Meeeearggggghhhh.
Also, if anyone was involved in the snapping of one of the legendary pics on the site, be it in the Hall of Scrote, or just a popular pic, email my sorry ass and let me know, so I can include it. The book is going to have a balance of new and already posted pics, and I’m going to feature some of the classic HCwDBs we’ve grown to know and love. Or poo on, as the case may be.
Speaking of poo, I refuse to believe the goregous poo-holes pictured next to CBGBs-Bag above produce anything but strawberry ice cream.
EDIT: Pic was switched out after a request to take the CBGBs one down from one of the hotties.
