Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Pecopolous and The Isle of Slutty Hott
Ah yes, I remember this from eighth grade Greek Literature. It was a short story by the ancient Greek playwright, Cervixes.
I loved the part when Pecopolous ran into the evil succubus, “Smiley Face,” and then on the Isle of Slutty Hott, Shish Kabob lead them across the River of Styx to the dulcet tones of “Come Sail Away.” And then the Sirens of Titan sang the banana boat song.
Yeah. That was it.
At least I think that’s how that story went. I might’ve gotten it slightly wrong.
Women with hair that blonde make me nervous.
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.Men with nipples that point to the ground make me want to knee them in the ‘nads….after I vomit.
True fact: There has never, in the history of the world, been a woman with platinum blonde hair, wig or hair extensions that was any good in the sack.
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I think we inventory check of the panties on the “woman” on the right.
You could look it up.
Just goes to show ya, don’t bring a date to a tranny parade in P’Town
That’ how we learned it.
I bet the dude on the right has a big ‘ol bullz eye tattoo circling “her” sphincter
The Hanson Brothers. Worth watching again for the 237th time
Here actually
shit. I’m going home ………………..
This reminds me of that Star Trek episode where Kirk gives the space bone to the platinum-haired, orange skinned alien hott. I have no idea why.
@Choad,
I refute your true fact. Google Silvia Saint of Jana Cova.
There’s a new site called rent a slut & rent an idiot and these are some of your options.
If Platinum’s carpet matches the drapes then her junk must look like a cotton ball someone spit some over-chewed grape gum into.
I second Dude McCrudeshoes refute, Silvia Saint is outrageous and by outrageous I mean she enthusiastically enjoys getting boned, same goes for her country woman Briana Banks. Those German chicks know what their doing.
@Dude and @Et Tu Douche….I refute your refutation!
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.Them’s be porn stars…who get paid to act like they’re writhing in ecstasy at the mere hint of a pussy, a boner, or the nearest vibrating mechanical device.
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.Other than that, go in peace my lieges and don’t let your meats loaf.
….and excuse me while I gets backs to mastrbaiting….
The bleeth on the left has the hottest case of fetal alcohol syndrome I’ve ever seen.
GaGa?
The bacteria in their guts have more native intelligence than what is rumbling around in their feeble braincases.
(l-r) Runner up, winner and second runner-up in the Cedar Rapids Lady Gaga lookalike contest.
Another hit of MDMA shaped like Flintstone vitamins and he’s going to look at that Martian tranny Bleeth and say to himself a mouth is mouth… right?
Being drugged into unconsciousness is the only way a normal person could ever endure the presence of this triad.
Why do I like this pic? The pale pinks, blues and greens?
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The naughty, busty blonde on the left?
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The exposed moob?
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Oh yeah, I don’t like this pic.
The wig that the gentleman on the right is wearing would have been something in the days of Ziggy Stardust. Now, he should wear only to Sunday drag brunches.
I rather like that carousel pole sticking right up through the douchebag here, it’s a novel idea to “ride the douche” with two Bleeths as the Painted Ponies instead.