Monday, November 5, 2007

HCwDB of the Week: The 'Ween Hangover Edition

This weeks’s selection of hott/choad are a bit limited due to last week’s Halloween pics. But I think I’ve found three worthy finalists. Props again to all the HCwDB inspired costumes sent in, I wish I could’ve run them all.

My favorite ‘Ween story came from the reader in Vegas who dressed up as a Joey Porsche type for Halloween, only to get turned away from the clubs on the strip for “not having a costume on.” Heh.

But I ramble. Enough of that strange rash on my inner thigh. Here’s this week’s finalists:

HCwDB of the Week Finalist #1: The Boobie Sun God

Since last week’s winner, Batbag, tested the hottie/douchey equation by heavily tilting towards the greasy douche side of the equation, the BSG will test the voting in the opposite way — towards the hott.

What happens when an absolutely luscious chipmonk hott with cherubic rosy cheeks is found in the presence of a relatively unassuming stage-1 scrote?

Then again, he’s got the chin pubes and assorted neck bling. But still, this douche is only mildly annoying.

But The Boobie Sun God? Her flesh blessings are Old Testament inspiring. Moses likey. So doth Nebo-Sarsekim.

But are those epic Biblical Boobies enough to carry the pic to victory? That, my friends, remains to be seen.

HCwDB of the Week Finalist #2: Jack Scrotington

I’m not sure the annoyance of this creepy skeletal pud got the respek it deserved on the site the first time around, so I’m giving it another chance in the Finals.

Seriously, how often do we see corn-rows prepped for the Fall Harvest with the ample spacing of a Northern California winery?

I keep waiting for an upset Paul Giamatti to run through those vineyards drinking from a bottle of wine in a low budget indie flick.

The blondes are a bit too peroxided for my tastes, a bit too professional. But hey, boobies. And don’t forget the stubbledouche with horns on the right, rounding out the douchey side with additional aplomb.

But, as with any great HCwDB pic, the final determinant is the rage factor. Does Scrotington’s macking on the pro-hotties piss you off enough to win your vote?

HCwDB of the Week Finalist #3: The Species Killer

What holds back the Species Killer from fulfilling his role in a Steven King novel?

The possibility of Halloween fakery.

I had this pic marked as legit, but I could be wrong. There are hints of dress-up within the hottie who’s boobie is groped with Pumpy-like tribute.

This brings up important questions of authenticity, how we concieve of “the real,” within the simulacrum.

Does intent effect douchological impact? I think it’s safe to say it does.

Does a pic lose a rage factor when a chinny choad may in fact be “acting”? Or is he still douche?

Real or fake, I still want to kick this tool’s ass.

So them’s your three.

Which combo most resonates with hottie/douchey wrongness enough to win your vote?

Is it The Boobie Sun God? Jack Scrotington’s Tim Burton Nightmare? Or the existential plague of The Species Killer? That’s up to you.

Vote, as always, in the comments thread.

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