Monday, June 7, 2010
Joey Makes the Puke Face
Nothing quite expresses the joy of posing with the ubergnaw Diana, the hottest girl on the swim team, more than the patented “Puke Face.”
Nicely done, Joey.
Gun tatts and cigarettes may make you think you’re a badass. But your drink is still pink.
Preparing to tongue-feed her. Yummy, nothing like stale beer and cigarettes to turn a girl on.
You go, studly.
^Make that stale white zinfandel & cigarettes.
Fag.
Pepto Bismol in the glass may explain the face… though the headband and glasses make my bowels yearn for some Pepto Bismol as well.
My turgid tapioca teeter totter yearns for her luciously lubed lower lips.
My groin gatling yearns for her honey hump hole.
Pink drink. Check
Head band. Check
Gun tatt. Check
Bad facial hair. Check
Blonde that’s way too hot for me in my arm. Check
Chode stain. Check
My custard caulker years for her quivering coital clam.
This pud is a guppy among grouper, his arm doesn’t have enough tats, his haircut isn’t especially offensive, and he’s sporting a pink drink. The gormless tongue-hanging-out look lands him a place, but among raging douchebags, this dipshit is but an amateur.
And Diana is a proper hardbody, too bad about the skunk stripe in her hair, it doesn’t seem to be keeping the douches at bay.
It is a good disguise. Dane Cook shaved off his mop and his stupid t-shirts to get all edgy for Diana. I would like to Watch her squeal while I invade her Bay with my turtle headed shark, and clean her shrimpy spots. Yowsa, Yowsa.
My monsterous Mayo machine years for her tight tampon tamer.
I would not want to touch her with my hand unless there was no way for her to escape. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOinnnggg.
My härd hög hämmër yëärns för hër möïst mönümënt tö möns mägnïfïcëncë.
My Pompous Poon Pounding Probe Pines for her Pulsating Peen Pump Pit.
He brings to mind the words “Scatological Chapstick”: words that have been M.I.A. for some time now.
Yep, she’s pretty hott.
The “I-look-like-a-slow-kid-trying-to-do-an-algebra-problem-in-my-head-without-any-success” (ILALSKTTDAAPIMHWAS) is this choad’s go to move to attract the hott. We used to make fun of these kids and then throw things at them.
I’m with Crucial: she as an attractive girl.
I don’t like to send people away from this fine website, but check this out.
I had skunk hair in 7th grade. I’m glad I outgrew that. Yeeech
My crippled, engorged liver just ejected itself from my torso and onto the grill at the sight of a man (albeit a douche) drinking a cosmopolitan. Surrender your steroid-shrunken testes now, fucktard. You’re out of mantown.
This thread died faster than a Louisiana brown Pelican.
Don’t let Michael “The Situation” Sorrentino know about this guy or they might have to have an ” AB OFF”
But the Situation himself seemed to be looking for a humble and amicable resolution. Instead, he offered: “You know what? The Situation is called the Situation for a reason. There can only be one Situation.”
Turdacious hates when people talk in the 3rd person, Turdacious thinks thats another true mark of a doucebag
Turdacious needs spellcheck
Id hump her as if i was osama in a camel corral
He’s as disgusted as we are over the fact that this toothy flat-tummied boobie blonde would let him pose and even touch the top of her ass cheek.
When the strip club bikini car wash concluded , they had $1200 for the local ASPCA and 127 incriminating photos
Ok, Meat pounder, bite down hard now
@Dark Sock, Crucial et al.
Holy Fuck! I was just reading The Samurai Scote thread for the first 400 entries. When and how long did that go on for? Going back for a few thousand more you fucckers really rolled on that. I got beer spit all over the place from laughing. Genius.
Wish ida got in on some of that then the et al. part woulda made me feel like a genius for a short period
or a fuccker
@The Reverend Chad Kroeger …ah yes…those were good times indeed…think i’ll pop over and put a few more up….for old times sake, and absolutely not because SS will be disappointed if I don’t…and by disappointed I mean when he teabags you your head esplodes like the guy from scanners.
Joey won’t help anyone move from the first floor freeway view to the second floor overlooking the pool one bedroom apartment without wristbands being involved.
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She was in pageants from the ripe old age of five until she just couldn’t stand having sex with the judges to win a trophy.
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At age seven the trophies became optional.
@The Reverend Chad Kroeger:
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Odds are you’re reading the afterbirth of the SS thread. The REAL thread (which I think died with the olde site) broke past 10,000 posts and kept on rolling.
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Quick Thinking Troy Temptest copied the old site’s über-ëpic SS thread and posted it for download; alas I got drunk and lost my copy…if you asked nice he might post her up again…
Funny, you don’t see too many ‘bags chugging heat sticks. Wonder why that is? Mayhap it’s because many of these photos are taken indoors where smoking is illegal? Whelp, I won’t be pondering this any further. Moving on, moving on.
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This guy sucks.
I’ve never quite got that whole skunk strip thing. Aside from it, though, she’s a definite hot. Great norks!
Diana makes you seriously consider getting into competitive swimming. until you realize that swimming is like tennis. and golf.
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you want a real sport? try “clobbering the living shit out of Joey with a pipe wrench.”
Diana is worth of the suckling. However, Joey is the worst kind of douchebag, the “Ersatz Douche,” the most embarrassing of all species. Throw on a headband, make a stoopid face and do the tatt reveal, then go back to your job working the copier at the local Staples…
I bet she gives awesome pear.
Ummm…more Female GSR…and I hope she gives awesome pear. Me likes pear.
this guy is all the douche that veg armstrong isn’t… and less… not getting soft in my old age, but there’s your everyday choad doing the everyday choad thing, and then there’s THIS asshole… i wish he’d hit on veg armstong’s plastic skanks and get his ass handed to him for it
Re: Samurai Scrote:
My computer died that had that file – the motherboard fried up, and scrambled many of the files as it went down. (Screen went blank – hard drive spun up to max speed and then everything went quiet…)
I pulled the drive out of the computer and put it in an enclosure, and copied everything from the old drive over. I have NO idea if the Sam Scrote file survived. I’m presently several thousand miles away from the drive, so I’ll look into it when I return next month.
Troy – I think we all know what fried your motherboard….