Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Caption This Pic
When Season #3 of “The Walking Dead” failed to find viewership, network executives introduced a complex subplot involving energy drinks, cloth shredding gypsy moths, and a mutant groin virus that attacks the hypothalmus, leaving its victims in a state of perpetual primal “Woo,” only able to talk with a thick Long Island accent.
I ♥ boobies.
In Goats We Trust?
Natural progression of the “Deep V” has jumped genders. All for it I say!
Bosom Buddies and Family Tie.
This would turn out to be the one and only night that the manager of the Chuck E Cheese in Newark would allow his party room to be rented by the graduating class of Hudson River Tool and Die Academy. After this episode, the manager realized that it wasn’t a name of a school, but what he knew the “people” to be (tools) and wished they would do (die). But it could have been worse; luckily he cancelled the Sandusky party–one adult, ten boys on Friday night.
(Dad to Mom): Where did we go wrong with her?
No Shirt Mc Sloges prefers Boobie Vest girl, while convent bleeth gone wrong awards No Shirt an impromptu groin shave with her black lacquered razor nails.
Bro in background gettin’ punchy.
Welcome to the Tossed Salad Bar.
Also is that Amy Reid? Those juggs seem familiar.
I sold that muthafucka that shit, least he could do is lemme have some bitches
She has heart ons.
Nepos stickers are a bleeths best friend, well those and a Valtrex chaser. Woo!
I heart <3 mams
Instant induction into the tit-tays HoF, I say!!!
^I second the nom as long as the F stands for Fake. Those are some nice fake ones.
When Bekele attained his dream of immigrating to the USA from Eritrea, he was ready to devour the local culture with the enthusiasm expected of a brave young man coming to The New World.
Now that he has seen Newark on a Friday night; he is questioning it all….
More of a Pear Man myself, but this is a fantastic breast (s) shot.
He’s paid to pose DB.
Q: Who won the Bleeth-Off?
A: I would say it was a tie.
@Capt JT, (Mom to Dad)Probably when we named her Yasmine.
Any reason why, despite being squeezed through the neck of her shirt, her tits are still in different timezones?
Horray for boobies!!!
Boobies. And Nancy we like you better when you don’t dig up these others. And BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ecstasy is awesommmmmeeeee……
“Hi, I’m George. I’m unemployed and I live with my parents.”
No complaints here. I wish more chicks *that look like her* would wear nothing more than pasties on top. Hall of Hott for this broad.
That it one of the skankiest shirtless hoes I have ever seen. And by that I mean I have a boner.
“The Herpsters Have No Clothes.”
“One-and-a-Half Shirts.”
Like Herman Cain in the “likely not happening but Presidential run kerfuffels”. ( That is how ya spell kerfuffle in the Guam). Fuckers. ????????????????
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What? Like Abe above dancing the night fantastic while he dreams of pink unicorns and ham-handed sloths and the titty fucks the girls give him even if he knows he doesn’t like it and has a boil on his soul like a Joe Paterno. Abe spends all of his money as a patriot, a Zoloft State American clutching the tattered remains of what he’s been chewing on for four long years. maybe 20; the dream that his Pappy Melvin left him with right after he got back from the first Gulf War a few days before he found out his job wasn’t waiting for him when he got back. And neither was Mama. He always knew Mama was a no good whore, the type of whore that would leave him the second he was gone to fight in a war he believed in. The War. The War and it’s horror. Life and it’s few fragments we grasp on for hope whatever our inclined profession. Be we death merchants or savioirs we all have the right to dream of that impossible dream. The gnawing and scratching at years of over spending thinking that it will all be better tomorrow. Nits of Prairie Dog communes dug within the head which is our common beast. Blacks and whites and fags all complaining about human rights and shit, Man. I started my new journey towards the Truth today while my wife was being tagged by a Chinese made disposable speculum and the kids were being innocuklated with Mumbai fever medicine. The good new is the wife will live forever, the bad news is I have to be there.
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He dies clutching the only thing he ever wanted, the amulet from the Tiki Hut on that Brady bunch episode of periodic architectural wonderment that begat the Seventies, the most effervescent decade of a period, the tattered remains of the lottery ticket Barney Fife ripped up during a rare viewing of the Mothra in 1956 after Eisenhower licked Forrest Gumps boots. Dick Ebersoll would rage against a young patriot name Tom Petty as he double-handedly ended the Kurdish War of th 1700,s.
And the band gamedddddd as usual.
¡¡¡¡¡All Ha¡£ the ￦othra!!!!
That had nothing to do with captioning. Are we all so blind that this is not a place to ramble on or continue anti-semetic propaganda like this? Oy!
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And this:
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Where the fucc is her bottom half? Did she sell her shirt for a rock to smoke it off? If she ain’t fillin’ out those shorts with funbags like that, then she ain’t doin’ her job.
If we take off our tops,maybe someone will buy us drinks.
In other news a young douche lost his vision in a tragic “motorboating” accident when shards of metal entered his eye sockets.
Do not be fooled! ￦othra®’s sting is no longer feared by the political elites. He lost all credibility after he was publicly castrated by Lassie on the set of Three’s Company. He’s become nothing more than a bearded lesbian butterfly.
I’m going to stare longingly at her tits.
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Then ask her politely if I can motorboat them.
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That is all.
Look what 8 bucks gets you these days…
“A Sale of Two Titties”
“A Farewell to Bras”
“Hearts of Dorkness”
“To Pill A Mocking-Turd”
“The Three Musky-Whores”
“The Last Of The Ho’s Drinkin'”
“The Hunch-Front of Notre Dame”
“Huckleberry Tits”
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OK I didn’t try very hard with that one…
“Oliver Titty-Twist”
I hope to see this picture again for the golden globes Douchie.
boobie caption maybe?
Charles in Charge…of Boobs
Winter is a cumin’ in, laude sing cuckoo, if it isn’t nekkid snowballs!
It’s always a fashion winner when the titty-nips and sunglasses are alike…a rare example of matched pairs in sparkly frosty white.
Those are really nice titties. I really like them.
Everyone in this picture is garbage.
Love the pasties. Almost makes up for the idiotic grinning dick licker in the middle.