Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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The Bedouin Riders from the Island of Long often recruited harem girls who cried “Woo!” across the Serengeti. For their Gatorade would not pour itself.
The Bedouin Riders from the Island of Long often recruited harem girls who cried “Woo!” across the Serengeti. For their Gatorade would not pour itself.
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The Boobie Triplets would not be swayed by Middle Eastern Charm.
“We’re holding out for Asians who are hung like horses”,they proclaimed.
Gonna be a long fuccen Winter, girls.
These three women are approximately 18 months away from being cougars – they each have that unmistakable “always a bridesmaid” look and their choice of men is poor.
As St.Peter said to the Corinthians;
“But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye shoud shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of the darkness into the marvelous light. These people need ye not apply and fuck off, Son” Amen Son.
That was a long caption wasn’t it. Well, I was in the wagon for an hour an started Jonesing and have a hard time writing one liners when I’m in this condition, Son. Please see your health professional before taking Rev.Chad’s word.
In the background, you can see the Rake of Vengeance, waiting to strike.
@Mr. White
I hope it is the rake of vengeance. It may also be a crib for the bastard children, a lobster trap to catch redheads crabs if they get loose, or a hammock.
Three chicks in a park with two douchebags.
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I like to keep it simple.
Pauly and his harem found what appeared to be an oasis in the desert. Little did they know drinking the cursed Gatorade would awaken the mummy of King Taint-tankhamun.
Sheikh Hassan AL Choadwank takes a break from terrorizing the bimbosapiens from the New Jersey City of New Scrotes
Even douching it up requires electrolyte replenishment.
Most Arab nations do not appreciate the stereotypes that the Towelheadians reinforce.
The Witches of East Wigger
Fariq shows the ladies his sensitive side by hiring his waitstaff from the local burn unit.
“And finally, my eldest daughter, Fatima! You get ten extra goat with Fatima for creepy dwarf arm. Is bargain, yes?”
pretty sure that is actually the Hammock of Ultimate Hatred, not the fabled Rake of Vengeance.
with any luck the Hammock of Ultimate Hatred is at this very moment contemplating how to twist both of them up and squeeze them thru its steely woven meshes, extruding diamond shaped strips of douchemonkey.
Bikini Girls with Douche Ninja’s
Allah is not amused.
After finally seeing more exposed womanflesh than he could imagine, Abdul decided he was done with his boy lover for good and prepared to slay him with the lesser known 4 finger exploding head poke of doom manuever.
“Hey Abdul, where are the other 96?”
Boobies boobies boobies boob boob
Boorish Hot Karloff and Brendan Taintler star in The Mummy: Womb of the Douche Emperor.
Dwayne “The Cock” Johnson stars in The Scrotean King.
Broence of Arabia
Nutwrench of Scrotelabia
Whorewench of A Labia
A full fifty yards removed from the, and indeed tucked behind a hedgerow from ongoing the toga party, Comical Ali and Brent Achmadinijhad lounge casually in the open. Attracting party-leaving buzzed Jezebels, bored from the kept frats and vanely in search of a reason to reflect upon a Saturday afternoon wasted and wasted in their cultural desert. A passing splash of The Grey and Lemon-Lime G2, plus a readily accessible digi-cam make for a 45 second lay-over in the Sau-Douche Arabian peninsula and alas a brief run-in with the toga-tards.
Torrence of Dry Labia
A Night in Poonisia
“Burka Burka?”
Todd and Jeff: Menstruation Towel Replacement Specialists
To quote Darth Vader NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The Johnson sisters were well-known for their Lawn Care Specialist fetish.
These ‘bags are out standing in their field.
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sorry.
Farook and Muktar lived a life of luxury after making millions of infidel dollars off of their Rake-Hammock™ invention.
Rev Chad Kroeger, having sobered up, weaned of his sticky icky and donned in a new all white Burqa, decided to it was time to leave his great computers in the hallowed halls of the Temples of Syrinx. He was on a mission to the lower 48 to seek out the “Woo!” and learn their customs and by learn their customs I mean what positions they liked to do in. His travels eventually led him to the Isle of Long where he happened upon some poolbaggery and decided to infiltrate the scene.
Not one to waste time he quickly untied his board shorts for he wanted to get right to work with this trois of “Woo”.
“Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin’ to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a’ cruisnin’ down the ville
The muezzin was a’ standing
On the radiator grille”
Ali Baggah silently slips away, finger gun coccked and at the ready, back to the Temple of Poon after placing a C.A.M.E.L (Cup of Aardvark Micturation and Elephant Lactation) bomb and giving Sanjeev a “Messy Turban” (kind of like a noogie).
I can’t help but think back to a classic SNL skit with DeNiro about homeland security when I saw this pic;
Mummy douche & hott sphinxes vist Towelhead Sadat
Douchey Wallnuts @ 12:44 for the win with lyrics from The Clash.
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“Jasmyn! These asshole waiters suck. Call your dad and complain.”
@ Baron Von Goolo “The Witches of East Wigger”……….dude, even if you stole that from somewhere else it tested my bladder……well played Sir, well played….
The recreation of Manet’s Luncheon On The Grass. I call this one “Munchin’ Of The Ass”.
Red Dawn-Juan!
@ Scrotelaw
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uhh…thanks?
Three blow jobs waiting to happen, not for the Douches.
Hammock Harem and 2 shit heads.
Taking a break from lawn mowing the golf course,and brought our girlfriends along…
Suddenly, the ghost of Benny Hill appeared on the lawn, ready to take on the British birds and freak the author of “Sultanic Verses” in his Turkish towel head-wrap.