Thursday, September 9, 2010
Vegas Poo
Sometimes, when your humble narrator is too hungover to think of a clever nametag for our hottie/douchey commingle, it’s important we get back to the basics.
Like wearing drawstring pants.
And eating tasty Hostess products for breakfast.
And blaming your parents in therapy for selling BooBoo in that yard sale in ’89.
Vegas Poo is just such HCwDB basics.
A primary pic of three choads rubbing up on a curvy suckle thigh with softness in all the squeezable Charmin places. A second pic of even primary HCwDB coupling culled from the herd.
Back to basics. Vegas poo for your Thursday. Never grow jaded when facing the basics. Always bring the innocent eye of primary mock.
Looks like the head-injury-trio. The hott could kick my ass I think. Uhmmmmmm
Looks like he has a “D” on his mandanna, which is nice that he’s labeled himself a DOUCHEBAG.
Side boob. Yeah.
She is either wearing a bad bikini bottom or just has some funky curves below the waist. It’s not flattering her body at all.
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Neither are the three poo globs.
The herded douchebag looks a little embarrassed by his achievement of ditching the bros for a private session with the hott…perhaps he realizes he hasn’t cleaned between his legs since they touched down last week.
She exudes a natural Hottness and unfortunately she got sucked into the vortex that is poolbaggery. Poor choadwank on the right, in the second pic, seems dispirited but undaunted as he gazes forlornly into the abyss that is Vegas poo.
Sweetness. Lickability. Firm Breastesses.
Reminds me of Bagpolean’s girlfriend. Before she e-mailed the site and ruined it all.
I am familiar with that unnamed Vegas hotel/casino. Hopefully they do not launder those towels but incinerate them at the end of the day, with the occasional douchebag corpse.
The chemicals in the pool are clearly not strong enough. I suggest Napalm.
@et tu douche
Agreed. She does have a natural hottness. Usually I find the “hotts” pictured in Vegas pics to be roughly the equivalent of White Castle burgers. They look good, and they might even make you salivate a little, but your regret at eating them will start somewhere between the second bite and that moment before your ass becomes a jetski in the toilet bowl.
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She, however, seems relatively untainted. Sadly, this will last for only a few moments. The water in Vegas is like that green stuff in the sewer in Futurama. Touch it, and you turn into much less attractive version of your former self.
In the second photo, Dingleberry is releasing a load in his pants from his first proximity to boobies.
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Can’t say I blame him.
Her stomach exhibits signs of lipo.
@medusa
How you doin’? You’ve made mention of anesthesia and stitches over the past couple of days, and it wasn’t from some Playpen Theme Night than I’m aware of. And given the number of cameras I put down there, I know pretty much everything.
Well, this is a very cute image indeed. Those two guys are quite douchey, and the hott has a decent enough bod and cute fa- HOLY BUTT FUCKING JESUS MARY FUCK SHE HAS THE HEAD OF A DOUCHEBAG GROWING OFF THE TOP OF HER HEAD LIKE FUCKING QUATTO!!!!!!
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Open your miiiiind.
Jacquessssss…..
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….start the reactorrrr…….
No ubiquitous red cups, but I do see red surfer pants and side-cup, er, boobie; and clear tall cups with red beverage, not to mention unbiquitous tilted caps.
My drawstring theory is she’s a cougar preying on whatever young flesh comes by, and they cannot be blamed for being attracted to cat muscles laced with comfy estrogenic fat, a tad lumpy as it is prone to become in the older feline.
And kitty-tits. Nice meowskis.
@ Mr. White
Hey man, I’ve got five kids to feed!
There’s no poo like Vegas poo. Riddle me this, are these guys 24-7 poo or do they adopt the trappings of poo upon landing at McCarran Airport?
(about douche on the right): “We all thought Stork was retarded.”
This wigga posse got nuthin’ on the Icy Hot Stuntaz.
nothing speaks to getting back to the basics like honeymooning at the Hard Rock like Nik Ritchie.
All I can think about is that douche’s cigarette ash falling into her cleavage.
–VS
Fuckin a, Doc Bunsen. Why did I click on that link? About twenty seconds in, my cat howled and jumped into the oven just as Mrs. Baleen was removing a pizza. Coincidence? I think not.
A trio of Goofus