Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Lets Play “What’s In The Pail?”
Hey, kids!!
Time to play another round of the game that’s sweeping the nation, “What’s In The Pail?” Okay, you ready?… here goes…
What’s in the pail? Is it:
A. A half filled bottle of Jägermeister with six pills of rophynol only half dissolved
B. The shattered remnants of Wendy’s once intact pride, hope, and plans for a viable future
C. The third hieroglyphic symbol that will unlock Jake’s shirt and reveal Da Vinci’s hidden Jesus pacifier.
D. Jake’s other set of dentures
I choose A, but the second C is another option.
Wendy looks very curvey from bottom to boobs.
Time to milk the funbags?
I’m gonna make like Dave Thomas and get behind Wendy’s counter tops.
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OK, can anyone help me decipher that?
Uh Boss, not to be an asshole, but the alphabet only has 1 “C” in it.
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I’m going for D) ice. Why? It looks like they’re in the organ smuggling business and business is good. Obviously the plan is to fill the bathtub with ice after Wendy brings the victim/donor back to the room. Then Smilin’ Jake removes said organs, implants them into Wendy’s chest, and then meets the Russian mobsters for a drink in the hotel bar later. Wendy has to keep her “mamms” on ice too in order to get top dollar for the organs.
Thanks Wendy for helping me try to forget P2P Pamela.
D. The remnants of his credit card that the motel clerk just cut up.
E. The bicycle pump to inflate Wendy’s ass
Damn you Dr.Bunsen. It is D) and I made up a similar reason after you read my glorious mind.
That devilish smile betrays the fact they are international penis salespersons. Hers is going for $1,500 to the first tranny who is going the other way and matches her orange.
F. Chum for when Jake gets tossed off of the shark fishing boat that afternoon
Nice set of Lungs on the Hott.
F) Socal Skateshop Rules. What????????????????
Can we see another pic with the pail on her head?
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Thanks.
@Massengill
I think it is pail on his head. Blech.
I’m thinkin
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D. Wendy’s breast milk
Ooops Sorry Bag A
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Great minds, huh…
@ Bag A
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Can’t believe we’re the only ones to pick up on that?
I don’t know what’s in the pail but I saw we put Wendy’s clothes in there.
For Sure the answer is B)
Pretty sure there’s a hole in that bucket.
I thin he’s carrying the pail with him because he’s leaking douche all over the fucking place.
G) Their first child, celebrating its first (and last) trimester.
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What?
H) KFC’s new co-promotion with Metallica: Metallichikken.
I) A shaved rat…and that little fucker’s going berserk right now.
J) A Human Head
K) A soft tan stool, 6.3″ in length, with a slight rook at the south taper.
L) The 3 gallons of saline for her new D.I.Y. breast implants.
M) Butt Pee
what’s in the bucket ?
D. his brain,on ice,he’s on his way to the hospital, to get it put back in,but what he doesn’t know, is he gets into a traffic accident on the way there,and loses it permanently. But it won’t matter anyways.
The Next DB of the Month!!!
R) All the ingredients you need to make a Pretty Cake be sure to wait for the secret frosting at the end!
N.) That’s his stormtrooper helmet. Soon to be filled with his seed.
@Wheezer 11:48 Dave Thomas is dead and he named the restaurant after his daughter, Wendy. I think when you say you want “to get behind Wendy’s counter tops” means you want a Frosty real bad. Not for sure if I helped.
O) The spleen of the horse he stole those fucking teeth from.
I’m going with none of the above and add that it’s likely a liter of jizz.
Dignity
Hmmmm….what’s in the pail? A whiter shade of douche.
Ice…for rubbing her nips.
Wasn’t that guy in Hellraiser?
simian foetus
R. Kelly’s garroted nutsack.
Scottish Donkey Logs
A bust of Millard Fillmore set amidst frozen bat guano
Muskrat Love
Gwynneth Paltrow’s head
Jake needs ice too because he just got donkey punched by one of the Russian mobsters and needs to cool protruding anus of his.
Fixed the second “C” into a “D.” Because pop quizes must have academic integrity.
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– management.
Plinky, Pfah, BCS, Doc, and a quart of boiled Jolt Cola.
A booger from Plinky’s mom’s nose.
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It fills the entire bucket.
M. Night Shyamalan’s career.
The throttle for DarkSock’s boat.
A Bruce Boxleitner action figure.
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Nude.
Three dollops of Cthulhu’s droppings.
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And B.V. Goolo’s saliva.
Nude photos of Medusa O, Dicy, and Idaho Hott Potato wrestling in a vat of moose slobber.
Capt. Bringdown’s foreskin
my youth
Darksock, 12:58 FTW.
a 1/25 scale likeness of Plinky’s mom fellating Samarai Scrote sculpted in butter
the real life amount of puss that StackHouse has fist pumped the shit out of
every role that Arthur Kade will ever play in Hollywood movies
the amount of money these people have saved in a lifetime… they’re going to splurge & buy popsickles with it
A dolphin cockk lolling about on a bed of monced porch beef.
That would be “minced”.
A viking riding a mechanical bull in a sea of yogurt.
Every pubic hair that has ever been trimmed from Rosie O’Donnel’s lapular region.
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That’s a long way of saying the bucket is empty.
@creature…I blew a Pepsi out my nose about Kade’s acting career…lol…good one!
@Ned, then fix it, dear Ned…
@ Croosh 12:51
Hey, we were young and needed the money. Last month was rough.
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I’m gonna say D., 1.5 litres of Mr. White’s special Indian Summer Amber ale, still warm and frothy.
The delicious corn and hot sausage banquet I just attended in 3,2,1, Pluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp. EST.
I was thinking his balls from all that radiation he received from the tanning beds, which coincidentally are the physical manifestation of his self-respect.
Jägermeister has such a bad rap these days. not that i have much sympathy for it though. last time i was insane enough to try out a straight shot of exotic liqueur i took one sniff at it and i felt like the Light Brigade charging through an insurmountable inferno. of cinnamon. you can probably guess what i’m talking about.
I’m going with “codpiece”.
What do I win?
Alternate ending to the movie “Se7en”
Brad Pitt: Whats in the pail?!? WHATS IN THE PAIL?!?!
Is D: Cups an answer?
F: The secret potion that allows this guy to float sans legs…
E) My vomit…and a fresh deuce. Bon appetit Jake!
The pail contains (or will contain) a pile of cucumbers that the hott will be doing air squats over atop the picnic table they have obsconded with and hidden in their 3rd floor motel room.
I am crazy for brunettes with big………tits.
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Gotcha! You thought I was gonna say “smiles”, huh? HA HA!
An olive loaf carved to look like Shelley Winters.
The DNA from nine different guys.
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(She’s bulimic.)
The maid’s thumb.
The tear-stained dreams of the next generation.
FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE golden RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!
An immigrant’s heart and liver.
The fourth of Ben Quayle’s horcruxes.
The Dog Man of Chamonix.
The rest of her pants.
Eight pounds of horse laxative. (His wetsuit is back in the hotel room.)
Mackerel for the penguin that they are fattening up for Thanksgiving.
Holy Mackerel! for that penguin comment, massengill!
Cum-bucket, er, uh, chum bucket…
The bottom part of the cropped photo, showing Jake’s peg legs, along with the begging coins and bills.
A thousand little firemen assembled on the head of a pin.
Bedbugs, roaches and a dead mouse about to be dumped into the icebox to scare the bejebus out of every little kid running noisily up and down the hall between 6PM and 3AM to get ice.
….Actually, to do something more to their slacker parents…