Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Pouty Karl
Hipsterbag Karl doesn’t like being presented with perfect pillowy bounce-quartery spheres of semi-globbic perfection.
Instead, he likes to wear rosary beads.
And pout.
And for that, he deserves our mock.
I just do not understand what is happening with the hair. Is he actually pouting? I looks like there’s a tumor beside his lip.
He looks like he’s trying to find somewhere to spit out all of the spooge from his shift as that night’s glory hole doily. And she’s fine with it because she thinks this will be her best bet to meet George Michael.
she’s whispering “they’re out of appletini’s” … karl got sad
I like her tumors though.
Those big blue-veiners remind me of these from the days of old. Compare and contrast the stylings and attitude of the boys in the pics. One is grateful to be there and the other wants to be somewhere else. One loves D&D, the other just wants some D. One doesn’t know who Dane Cook is, the other one lives his life to imitate Dane Cook.
when did wearing a rosary become cool? inst it more along the lines of sacrilegious? Back in grade school, I would get a spanking from a nun if dressed like one of these dbags
He’s already dead. Fuck ’em. Next!
I’ve seen more hair on a Pfah.
he’s a gaybag. i’m sure there is some fag offscreen that is spanking or biting his ass. proly his twin brother actually.
he’s a DHT minute from being Kurt Browninged
Real douche and real boobs make Pouty Karl a five chinned posing fag. Perhaps another Hoser Poser.
Not only is he near pillowboob perfection, said bearer of pillwboob looks really glad to see him. And this balding, jowly polyp makes THAT face? I’ve half a mind to club him with the chair I’m sitting on and then dive headfirst into boobie canyon. And you bet your ass my face would look like this when I did.
I think she just got done telling him the ancient woman brush off: I think of you as a friend.
That would make me pout…
I’d like to give pouty karl one of these.
Paging Dr. Wheezer… we’ve seen this static charged fucknut before.
For moi, this is another “Where’s Waldouche?”
Melons are always in season!!!
Vin’s right. I’m certain it was a Haiku.
Hmmmmmm, pillowy bounce-quartery……I’m sorry, what were we discussing? Oh yeah, gaybag Karl.
Nice Mammalian Protuberances!!!, I’d be pouting too if I had a receding hairline like that
He’s pouting because she’s laughing at his tiny package.
“Hee-hee……I’m sorry, but your dick has to be bigger than my pinkie to get a date with me, douchebag. And by the way, you should have that growth removed from your face…..hee-hee”.
Methinks Pouty “Hot” Karl uses his wiener in all the wrong ways.
All there is to see here are boobies…Karl is being told to go home and jerk off
This dude is obviously super gay. That close to those incredible knockers and he is not (a) staring (b) drooling or (c) licking is incontrovertible proof.
Those things are so big they have their own gravitational fields. Scotty couldn’t pull the Enterprise away from those even tapping into the auxiliary power. “I’m givin her all I got Capt’n!”
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Quite a pair, those two…
You guys should be nice to him. She just told him that she wiped her ass with his dinner, and he just hurled into his mouth, but he’s enough of a gentleman to not get it all over her, even though he wants to. His teeth are swimming in stomach acid and half digested Philly Cheesesteak. That’s why he’s scowling.
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Naaaaaaah – just kidding. He’s a douchenozzle.
Pouty Kombover Karl is Konstipated. There is waay too much man kleavage going on. And I think she’s telling him “If you don’t move away after this Photo-Boob Op, I will end you. K?”
Karl’s left hand remained clenched around his member as Blondie whispers: Don’t let go, loser, ‘cuz you ain’t getting any of THIS!”
Cue Sad Trombone. Wah Wah Waaaahhh.
Blondie whispers to Karl: “Hold that snowball a little longer darling”.
We have seen him before. I think it was a Friday Haiku.
Karl doesn’t like the other white meat.
This picture has been on here before. I think.
She just whispered, “You’re losing your hair, dude. The douche comb over ain’t gonna help.”
i don’t remember what i previously wrote about this pic, but it couldn’t have been that interesting.
Ask and ye shall receive:
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05-07-2010 Friday Haiku
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Those boobies…..(drools)…..
The next picture in this series is Karl’s jetstream of puke bouncing off those tits like the rocks at the bottom of Niagara Falls.
She is in good with is because she thinks this is her best to meet with George Michael.
Sadly enough, I think I know him. He looks like my ex. A balding version, but it may very well be him.
I agree with The Dude above– I didn’t even notice a guy in that photo.
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For those, I forgive the peroxide-bottle hair extension.
Any man that close to boobies that spectacular that isn’t literally drooling on them isn’t a man. And I include the ghey in that assessment.
Touch my Monkee!
And now is time in our show where we dance!
I just did a face plant into my LCD monitor…
Karl is being very tongue in cheek about his sexual orientation.