Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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Somewhere in the deep suburbs of Lansing, Michigan, Barry comes up with, and plans to patent, a brilliant new way to insure that sorority girls Kelly and Kylie drunk.
This totes beats last weeks party when we had Frescas saran-wrapped to our thighs. Barry’s partiez are always off the hizzy.
He’s a notta. Notta, and brilliant! Kinda handy, too.
“If the women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy.” – Red Green
Kelly should have used velcro, she’s going to need both hands for what I have planned.
Bud Light’s new method to ensure their drinkers drink the whole damn bottle and not just a few sips before dumping it out.
Jeanine, Carly, and Jeff were the latest victims of a new cancer: ductapia.
Duct, duct, douche.
Barry, a recent graduate of Miguel’s School of Bioengineering, shows off a prototype of his first invention, “The 40 Curler” – sure to improve the lives of arthritic alcoholics the world over.
“Hey I’m Van Wilder junior” Mitch said just before the proctologist inserted the rectal retractor to remove radical glass shards and duct tape
Barry initially thought he had a winner with the invention of the beer thong until he realized that even though he talked out of his ass quite frequently, it couldn’t actually swallow the beer and get him drunk.
Nothing gives society the finger quite like getting college co-eds drunk. :-/
Much like he did with his detachable penis, Barry used duct tape to keep the things he needed handy.
From behind the curtained window, Lamp looks on in disgust and waits for his moment to pounce and duct tape that bottle inside Roger’s ass. Wide end first.
The girls were never the same after Barry used the wrong hand to stimulate the girls’ clitoris (or is it clitorii)?
Barry was convinced that he could receive a patent for his party bottle urinal because Bud Light Lime tastes like piss anyway.
@ Eliza
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I think it’s Barry who has multiple clitoriseseses. What?
Barry, convinced that he would never need higher math anyway, tells us exactly how many pesos he gets for cleaning up after each Tijuana donkey show.
im developing a similar method involving my genitals
that girls bicep is freaking me out
After the successful biogenetic upgrade these ass-hats are ready for “The Human Caterpillar 2” casting call…
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line up ladies!
Having commenced the party by ejaculating on Teresa’s t-shirt, Anal Andy pointed the way to further unspoken pleasures featuring his patented, daisy-chain probing device…
It’s called Edward 40 Hands
The annual Lansing Cerebral Palsy shindig was more of a hit than anticipated when 3M generously donated party favors.
Barry’s first plan to duct-tape his hand to his dick having failed, he moves on to Plan B.
“It suddenly occurred to Kylie: What happens when the bottle is empty?”
That’ll teach ’em not to put their beer down before it’s empty.
I just want to see what the cure was for douchie’s leaving the toilet seat up.
Have we seen this photo before, or is it just me? Or are stupid douche activities equal in my slitted, judgemental eyes?
If you’re gonna do it, drink malt liquor.
Barry takes duct tape to the party just in case the date rape drugs don’t kick in.
One-handed 40-hands? You would be laughed out of the great state of Wisconsin for only playing with one hand. The game is only entertaining because you have to finish both 40’s without being able to undo your pants to piss.
Can you girls tell your father to stop pissing off the fucking roof?
“No one told Rhett that a twist on the “Charlie’s Angel” pose, no matter how obscure, requires 3 women– NOT 2 women and a pussy.”
after the gang found out that biologically engineered beer bottle hands just don’t please Barry’s anus the way he wanted, it was too late to reverse said biological engineering.
Having heard that the radio show was looking for original uses for duct tape, the college crowd practices its new application in preparation for Garrison Keillor’s weekend appearance on a live broadcast of Prairie Home Companion.
Kelly and Kylie discover a new form of bondage using duct tape.
Barry pimps his two new gals Kelly and Kylie with bottl-and-duct-tape ass-rammers
In today’s green recycling trendz, brass knuckles have been replaced with glass knuckles and the ubiquitous duct tape.
Having bottle-fed their share of adorable baby bull beef today at the Lansing petting zoo, Kelly and Kylie are inspired to repeat the activity at the Pi Rho Mu petting zoo that same evening.
In a burst of creativity, Barry displays his double-ribbon win for “Best Use of Duct Tape and a Beer Bottle” as models Kelly and Kylie show off the newest incarnation of the butt plug: the fart-in-a-bottle, which barooms loudly while containing the gas.
His prize: a pack of matches to set off the molotov cocktails created with this design.
Kelly and Kylie’s auditions for their jug band were going along nicely until Barry came along.
Barry initially thought it was a winner until the invention of beer, thong, she realized that she spoke her ass very often, you could not actually swallow the beer and get him drunk.
The premise of the new Saw movie is pretty thin.
No, no, Barry. Fuck YOU.
The Bleeths are baggier!
Clearly he is a major douche! But where are the hot chicks? These 3 trolls deserve each other.