Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Where’s Waldouche?: Co-ed Lingerie Edition
Somewhere in this lineup of pillow fighting collegiate giggle hottie tasty leg snacks and nape of the neck suckle chew, I’ve carefully hidden not one, not two, but three Fratty Waldouche puddlers.
Look closely.
Can you find them?
HCwDB of the Month winner shortly. First I gotta scratch myself and enjoy a tasty HoHo.
I either went to the wrong goddamn college or too early. FML!
@mc 900
You just didn’t go to TSU (Tramp Stamp University).
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Although I see you in the background, slim brunette black bra. Push past your skanky friends and come with me.
Good spot, Mr. White! Also promising is pink bra black shorts brunette being hugged from behind by black bra red shorts brunette in the foreground to the right of center. She’s with me. Let us take our tasty treats, Mr. White, and feed them properly (including decent alcohol), and then see how often and how hard we can make them orgasm in two hours. Make it a contest.
I think this is an annual thing at either Arizona U or ASU.
@deltus
I think just taking them to a restaurant instead of the dining hall will get us halfway toward that first orgasm. “OMG! No plastic trays or food fights? *swoon*”
whats an orgasm?
i think sombrero guy is trying to sneak across the border or the picture.
OF the picture. stupid nubins.
It is the ghost of Chris Benoit rocking a farmer tan off to the left!
What!? Too soon?
Probably good they didn’t have gatherings like this when I was in college… I’d have been that guy who walks around with wood the entire time and everyone laughs at.
Huge tramp stamp on red bottomed black bra hott. Other then that college hi jinks nothing to wrong with this picture
I’d like to nominate mandanna-wearing, red-trunked, girly-sock-wearing-over-his-chicken-legs dork on the left for a complimentary chocolate swirly.
First my espresso machine breaks and now this?! This pic niether angers nor pleases me, it just reinforces why I commuted to college and never joined a sororitittay.
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Actually the broken espresso machine is only midly irritating, I mean it is 8 years old. Me and that machine have seen a lotta lattes together. A lotta lattes. R.I.P Nate Dogg and my espresso machine. If only there was a Nate Dogg section at Bed Bath and Beyond next to the coffee machine section.
I’m beginning to wonder, with all of DB1’s Ho-Ho eating, if he might resemble Droopy McScrote‘s stature these days?
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I guess all the scratching could be considered exercise…
Deltus’ pinkie has crashed a meeting of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. And I approve.
Well, now I know why my fuccen gardener didn’t show up last week.
With all that skin, one would think there would be some hotts to oogle. One would be wrong. Group lingerie fail.
Like I needed more visual conformation that the school I attended was a poor choice…
Subtract the puds, and this is what my heaven looks like.
Shit like this never happened when I was an undergrad. Then again, I was was way too fuccen nerdy to have ever noticed. Seriously, when did this start happening? Hotts shedding their clothing and inhibitions in the middle of the street may have gotten my 4 eyes out of my P-Chem books long enough for me to get hit by a bus or something (that almost did actually happen when a cute co-ed did wave to me on a grassy area in the middle of campus and thankfully my friend pull me back from certain death as started off a curb when I felt the breeze of the bus whisk past me. In all honesty I was confused as hell as to why she was waving at me of all people at she was in a bikini. Go figure?).
@doc bunsen
I suspect it always happened, but we’ve only recently got the technology to tweet and facebook the pictures that they stupidly take of themselves. In our day, everybody had to stand around in their fuccen underwear for 3 hours to wait for the daguerreotype to take.
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I also blame myself for going to a northerly school that was too fuccen cold for most of the year. There were always rumors of sororities making their pledges run around outside in their undies, or less, as part of initiation (as a nice break from getting bukkaked by drunken frat douches), but I imagine that after the first pledge class ended up in the hospital getting their frozen extremities and gangrenous womanly bits amputated, they probably had to nip that in the bud. Pun intended.
@Doc B:
I was at San Diego State in the early 1980’s; it was like the wild West; sorry you missed it. But I bet it didn’t take you five years to graduate, either.
http://www.asuundierun.com/
I am pretty sure this is the ASU underwear run. I attended one year, a lot of fun.
Hot damn, sorority initiation nights haven’t changed on saggy-tit bit from the glory days.
And by glory-days, I mean the opposite of glory-hole nights.
You just gotta love Ball State.
“TEMPE, AZ – The final results are in and Arizona State University is the winner of the 2010 AXE Undie Run Challenge.”
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It is sponsored by AXE. Nuke it from orbit. Now. Do not hesitate.
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@wedgie, it took me six to escape from U of Illinois with a degree back in the late 70’s, but scantily-clad sorority hags were not the problem…
A game in school,it’s a trade your clothes with someone else party.
I did have been that man who walks around with wood the whole time and everybody laughs at.