Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Abe Foxman Voted in the HCwDB of the Week
You might not have heard of Abe Foxman.
He’s the head of the Anti Douchimation League, an important New York based non-profit dedicated to making sure douchebags are mocked at all times.
Unfortunately, a large bender in Vegas led Foxman to shave his chest, put on the McBain Goggles That Do Nothing, find adouchey wingman, and hit on Kathy by the slots machines at the Palm.
Another fall from grace for an overhyped moralist.
Does he think of himself as “AKA Samurai Scrotekill”?
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Wingman’s cup size is the same as Kathy’s.
Someone please rescue poor kathy from that pile of rank pud stacking up on both sides of her. Won’t someone please think of poor pretty Kathy?
I just hate it when people bring their pets into clubs.
The box of dynamite safely nestled below his muzzle, Wile E. Coyote patiently waits for Roadrunner to emerge from the pube thicket below.
That dog better be careful. He might catch Abe’s fleas and ringworms.
I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, ‘baggy listen now
I’ve made up my mind
I’m tired of wasting all my precious time
You’ve got to be all slime, all slime
Foxy scabby
For the other dude, you’ll cum.
That animal looks dead and mangy.
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The carcass on its shoulders does too.
Boobies. They all have ’em.
Can we rename this guy the “Black Rabbit of Inlé”, after the character of the same name from Watership Down?
Ummm… Hottest Clothed Boobs of the Month?????!!!!!
Hallo,
My name is Sammy Sosa and at “Sammy Sosa’s ‘Grand Slam Match-making service’ we aim to please. Why just look at the success story we have here. When Mark came in he was a tired-ass white boy with no game at all. Sure he scored the occasional “dinger” but he never really could “bring ’em all home” if ya know what I mean. After several trips to a Tijuana pharmacy, a tanning bed, and “eating a proper diet combined with a strenuous workout program”, he became the creation that you see today. He now gets more ass than a rubber glove at a proctologists convention. So listen to me, Sammy Sosa. I know what it takes.
The dudes have bigger boobs then the chick.
Hardcore now means; Shirtless with dead animal laying on my shoulders and Kool Moe Dee sun glasses
I didn’t realize a dead fox qualified as a shirt. Must have a lax dress code at dat club.
Thank you DB1, I haven’t seen a douchebag that I can purely laugh at in awhile. This guy is pure comedy, I would laugh in his face.
You should see the dead rabbit he’s wearing.
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*cue rim shot
Garth could tell the Fox Cockk Injections were working; his left shoulder was already swole sick from dog dick expulsions.
Thanks to the patch, Garth was finally able to control his dog fucking urges and live a normal life.
There’s more man-cleave in this pic than there is pee in all the horses DarkSock micturated in.
“McBain Goggles That Do Nothing”. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Too bad there’s been such opposition to shooting wolves and all that from helicoptors. Tell me it wouldn’t change your opinion of Sarah Palin just a little if she scoped this predator-bag from the safety of her Cobra gunship.
We’ll see Abe take on Spider-man in the next instalation of the blockbuster series, or as we like to call it, Spider-man humps the Sharkfin.
He has some stretched out gerbils for socks
You know where his buddy stores the spare gerbils…
He’s really puttin’ on the dog tonight…
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*sorry*
Garth took the “hair of the dog that bit me” hangover remedy too literally.
Oh, fer chrissakes, it’s the chicks who are supposed to be foxy, not the douchebags.
Reminds me of those early years in my life when sitting in a church pew behind ladies with full fox stoles, and those beady littlefox eyes starin’ atcha.’
Satan’s li’l demons.
Even Lord XENU would not so such a douchetardly thing as wear a blonde dead fox on his bare shoulders.
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He’d go for silver Norwegian.
Couldn’t find a shirt so he went into his grandma’s closet.
The fox is merely using that giant meat sack as a means of transport. The hotel buffet that night was rad, he said.
Uhhhh… I don’t think I can vote in the weekly, unless I can do a write in for Abe Foxman. He’s… I… what?
Please someone rescue poor Kathy before he starts yelling ‘Wheres my Red chalice of plastic By Krom’ and punching camels…
This “road warrior” needs to dump the “road kill” and just hit the road.