Friday, February 11, 2011
Angry Ernie and Daisy Mae
Angry Ernie, the spiritual twin to Angry Bert (aka Tendon Ted), does not like you either. He’s wanted in twelve precincts.
And the force is strong with his orange pecs.
Daisy Mae is a tiny little ball of perpetual giggle and vague ambitions to design clothes for her own store. And for that, we buy her free drinks and tell her she’s very talented.
Wow. Shawn Majunder has been hittin’ the roids since I last saw him.
angry ernie deserves an angry beatdown
I dunnoh, Db1, he looks more like a “Dispeptic Dale” and she’s got a $2 Tijuana Donkey Show vibe going.
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Either way , people like this are why I am not a proctologist. No, thank you
Maybe he’s angry because his hairline is making a mad dash from his scalp.
Her bolt-on’s have almost the same surface area as his five head. Almost.
Boobies are good -still waiting for Friday Pear
she has two big talents, and they are bolted to her chest.
Angry Ernie is the ‘roided out long lost offspring of Gilbert Godfrey. I’d be angry if Gil was my pops, too.
I’ll bet you if you played connect the dots on his back ack, you’d have a fairly accurate and comprehensive map of the Eisenhower Interstate System.
Daisy Mae certainly has talent, she was a finalist in the 2008 “Nude Pole Bending” competition. Ernie is still angry that it was not his pole…
I see paris, I see France, I see Angry Ernie’s HILF underpants
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what?
Bert was a happy, well-adjusted young lad until shortly after his seventh birthday. It was then, when he began scribbling long-winded, incoherent Neo-Bulgarian rhetoric on his school papers and across his forehead. When confronted by concerned school officials his only response was a long stream of obscene fulminations. His appetite diminished and his bowel movements became irregular and painful.
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Thinking it was a developmental problem, his parents visited a number of noted psychologists and behavior specialists, but there seemed to be no answers.
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Finally, when suffering from a particularly painful trip to the toilet, his bowels burst forth a pair of gerbils along with a food bowl, some cedar shavings and their exercise wheel.
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It’s been sixteen years, but he’s still pissed.
HILF
Hooters
I’d
Lubricate
Frantically
Hey Kids
Steroids bad…
(chest acne, receding hairline, disproportionate musculature, facial wasting, vacuous stare)
Silicone good.
Roberto Alomar is dating a slender Snooki?
She is sploogable. He is splooge.
He is NOT wanted in twelve precincts. He spends too much time with Nair and lotion in front of a mirror to have any time for crimes.
Where are the requisite tats?!?!? No tats, how can he be a true unadulterated douchie without tats?!?!?
I vote notta on a technicality. This looks photo shopped to me. The head doesn’t seem to connect to the body correctly. Whoevers body this is is a douche though.
For fuck’s sake, why even bother wearing any clothes when you go out clubbing?
Asshats.
From time to time Angry Ernie suffers from numbness and tingling in his hands. How else could you explain the strength of the grip on the drink and the way he is checking the slam pig to see if she has ovarian cancer?
Andrew Shue has fallen a long way since Melrose Place.
Douchey Lewis – Calling Notta and calling Photoshop are two separate calls. I can see your photoshop point but it seems both the head and the body are pretty freaking douchey. I don’t think I’ve ever stared hard into a camera like that, and aside from Putin giving Obama the stink-eye over teleconference, I’m hard pressed of a time when that’s warranted. So let’s appreciate the “bad-ass for the camera” maneuver for the douche move it is.
His face looks pasted on from someone else I don’t like. Couldn’t he get the spray tan right?
Photoshop is a tough call–the lighting is pretty consistent (even if the spray on tan is not) between the mark of the bag on his forehead and his discolored body.
I love the angry, tough guy look. I love the way it melts away when you explain “detached retina syndrome” to them, and how there’s a good chance it’s unfixable if caused by a couple of fingers being jammed into their eye sockets, which is what’ll happen if they continue to eyeball you like that.
That’s the nice thing about staring hard into a camera. The camera doesn’t stare back. Nor does it punch back, or mock , etc…
His roided moobs are bigger’n her bolt-on boobs.
He’s angry because shirtless happy hour is about to end. And speaking of shirtless, I have been around and have been to tons of different places, many of them in the fine state of New Jersey, and have NEVER seen a shirtless guy. This is a good thing…
The chick on the right has a huge rack. Shame about the face
His face reminds me of when Robocop’s helmet was removed and revealed creepy skin stretched high high high above the eyebrow.
What’s with his right hand digging under her ribcage?
He’s wanted in twelve precincts.
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This little one isn’t worth the effort. Come, let me get you something.
Maybe he’s angry because his hairline makes mad dash for his scalp.