Monday, March 29, 2010
Willy Has a Thought
“If dark matter is made of neutrinos, then our universe’s entropic expansion may be accelerating faster than previously thought.
And my mandana, hat and glasses may look way stupid. but Sharlene digs it.”
He has to stop drinking the Red Bull and Goose with water pills. What a weakbag.
…and Sharlene then proceeded to squat down and pick up all 14 of those neon-yellow traffic cones–without using her hands.
Willy had a thought. But it died of loneliness.
Willy should be mandated to remove his penis for the remainder of his adult life. His manhood has here by been revoked and determined forfeit due to his lack of testicular propensity.
In other words Willy, you are not a man for allowing a woman to punk your ass like that. Also, for being with a woman that has that kind of taste in the first place makes you a second hand douche. I mean, I know pussy's good and all, but come on there are other ways to "get some" suckle thigh. Try the push-pull method. 🙂
Damn I need a name on this site.
Wasn't there a song by Sweet about this guy?
Little Willy won't go home.
She looks familiar. She's either an internet porn sensation (amateur cumshots.com ?) or this photo was taken in quaint little downtown Upland , CA where I took my pitbull for an intimidating shit stroll Sunday afternoon…
Little Kid: Mistoh, can I pet ya doggie?
Me: Only if you want to pull back a bloody stump
I made that same face while having my prostate examined.
Not sure if that's an appropriate look while standing next to the star of "Girls Who Eat Cum". Try to look a bit happier, Little Willy.
I hear ya Willy.
By hear ya, I mean, I have an astronomy book to copy out of too!
No seriously, It's the Cosmic Perspective Fourth Edition. It's a Pearson's book by Bennett Donahue, and Schneider Voit I used for my BS. It's up for sale Willy if you need new material. I'll take 300 tongue lashings from Sharlene.
By tongue lashings I mean cum swallowing.
It's a sad facial expression on a douchenozzle that makes me wish it was kissy lips. But Willy has managed to find one.
Damn, that's one state I wouldn't want to be busted for a traffic violation in. First they make you drive some shitty cars through some yellow fuccen cones and then to prove you passed you have to get your picture taken with the village idiot.
Tracy was glad that her star pupil Simon was able to complete the Special Olympics obstacle course in under 3 hours. Here we see them celebrating his 13th place medal in today's competition.
Roxanne thought she was getting a great deal on a used car until the trunk gimp jumped out.
After competing in the skateboard slalom race in downtown Shitstain, Ca., the local dairy queen congratulated young Willy on "Most Improved Douchebag".
When did Randy Savage get cancer?
Just out of the shot, Medusa thrust her ungreased forearm deep into Willy's rectum. He squealed like a little piggy and it made Tracy giggle.
Willy tried to kick his Night Ranger addiction he inherited from his dad Spike. The treatment worked for a while. Willy figured a little bit of Warrant and Damn Yankees might take the edge off.
Until one day while he was changing the oil in his hat. He thought of the beauty of a young Tommy Shaw.
He picked up a plastic cup and called his sister Denise. Denise came over with a bottle of Jack and the CD. Willy heard the opening drums of Sister Christian and ended up with a palsy, bad glasses, a lost shirt, a sun tat, and some shit on his head.
Fuck off Willy, my kids play piano to Sister Christian while I beat the drums. You just ruined my fucking life you asshole.
I see dead people.
Someone needs to get to work on this dude's mouth with an oil can, Tin Man-style. Jesus, that "smile" is making my face hurt.
He reminds me of Harland Williams from "Down Periscope".
Perhaps he's talking to the whales in this pic.
I don't know why, but that expression makes me think "nottadouche". Sense of humor, maybe?
I think that's boob sweat. Sweet, delicious, boob sweat.
I wish his pappa shot neutrinos
Willy's thought: "Errrrrnhnhnnhhnnrrnnhhnh…..oh dam them burritos r given me gud gas lol omg lol this smellz"
Text messaging is destroying our great nation.
I think I know this guy. He is from Louisville KY I believe, or else he looks just like this guy I know. Dresses like a chode, nice guy though.
In hindsight, the HMO's Drive-Thru Neurosurgery Center option was a bad idea.
Willy's smartest move is preventing viewers from finding out the true colors of his cup.
that may not hide Willy's true colors, but it certainly hides the true colors of his cup. and that's important. right Sharlene? never mind don't answer that.
Willy says:
"I yam what I yam and datch awl dat I yam
I'm Willy the Douchermaaaaaan…"
Only an extreme douchebag would have a target tatted right over his heart for the eventual bullet/knifepoint that might find its way there if he managed to not just irritate, but aggravate, the anti-douche manifesto militia hiding somewhere in the US of A.
But not us'n here. We're the verbal mockerz. Just sayin'.