Friday Thoughts and Links
Your humble narrator sits on his balcony on this smoggy, humid Los Angeles Friday, and stares at the quiet city around him. I contemplate the Boobie Hottie Shoulder Suckle, and the Jerz Poopie Stain.
I ruminate on life’s purpose, then discover it. I spray Man Junk on my nethers and sip a cup of ‘Train.
And like the great Yogis taught me during my solace in Katmandu, I know that the truth is light, which is life. Which is not simply the boobie of a 19 year old pressed into a glass shower wall, making it all smushy, yet firm, yet smushy. It is so much more than that.
For as much as I enjoy the smushy 19 year old boobie pressed into glass, especially when it does that weeble-wobble up-down motion, I know that this hypnosis can only hint to me the Prana light. It cannot lead me through it.
Here’s your Friday Links:
Ladies of Louisville, Free Oral Sex Man offers you, well, free oral sex. That may have been redundant.
An Orange Oompa Guido gets busted on “To Catch a Predator” (skip to 6:03 in)
HCwDB legend The Gator finds a Number 2 (warning: no hotts).
Iconic ur-douche of a generation and the Moriarty to my Holmes, the legendarily fraudulent John Mayer, has decided that one Brody Jenner on TV isn’t enough.
Hot Chicks with Stormtroopers.
Celebudouche Ryan Seacrest tries to hi-five a blind guy.
Christian Audiger is the Typhoid Mary of the Douchal Plague. Someone seriously needs to pie this turdstain in the face for taking a giant crap on our culture. Audiger is even douching up Lamborghinis.
Go forth tonight, fellow Hunters and Huntresses. And spread the HCwDB gospel. By getting drunk, staring at boobs, and mocking scrotes from afar.
(Ghoulbag Trading Card designed by HCwDBs own Jean Claude Van Douche)
