HCwDB of the Week (runner up): Kid Scrote
Well what should’ve been an overwhelming landslide victory for the Yo-Yo ends up being a
disqualification.
Therefore, since Yo and Leopard couldn’t fulfill the duties expected of them as HCwDB of the Week Winners, we hand the crown to the first runner up. Kid Scrote. Yes, it’s a bummer, as the Yo had one of the most convincing victories in awhile. But The ‘Scrote also found his fans. Abdouchah the Butcher makes the case:
I have to give it to Kid Scrote despite the fact that he looks very much like Dave Kusworth, one of my favorite semi-obscure rawk singers. Unfortunately he probably considers LA Guns to be da shizznitt. Also, I think the douche-to-hott ratio is the most extreme in his case. Good luck, Scrote-man. And by good luck I mean your gal causes penile turgidness.
Indeed, Abd the B. And Senor Squash agrees:
Which brings us back to Kid Scrote The Unwashed, and his Significant Bleeth, Haley Pantypudding.
The unholy pairing of the oversized mandana to keep his lice-infested pelt out of his eyes, and her swim attire created by the shaky feeble hands of her saintly Grandma Nell as she quietly fades in her final days at the Trail’s End retirement facility, leaves us with one nagging question:
Whose wet suit hangs in the background and is it used for kinky sex games involving six boxes of out-dated Rice Krispies, a bucket of spoiled kiwi fruit, a trampoline, and twelve liters of imported cat urine?
And if not, why not?
Oh, and boobies.
Kid Scrote, FTW.
Nicely done, SS, I’m not feeling as bad about the disqual any more. Kid Scrote definitely meets the criteria for a win. As Douche and Tonic makes the argument:
Kid Scrote.
Because the pant-shorts stopped being cool about 10 years ago. So did showing your boxers just above your pants. And so did mandanas. And the whole “scruffy dirt-ball with a heart of gold” act.
….I think someone is missing a time machine.
Yup.
While we couldn’t crown our landslide winner, HCwDB Nation turns it’s bemusedly annoyed eyes to you, Kid Scrote. Woo woo woo.
Don’t let us down, and we’ll see your mandana’d douchery in the Monthly.
