Thursday, June 21, 2012
Giuseppe's Thousand Yard Stare
If I’m feeling generous, I’mma go with a notta and a goinpeace for Giuseppe, even if the double-button thing is vaguely ‘baggy.
But I’m posting this pic for Shana and Lilly’s matching cloth tops. They may not be up in the single malt level of hottchickery, but, as Henry George once wrote in Progress and Poverty, “Boobs.”
And Shana’s tickle pooch is slobber gnaw.
Yeah, I said “tickle pooch is slobber gnaw.” What are you gonna do about it, Mrs. O’leary? Circle it in red pen? Give me a “D”?? I haven’t been in your class in years! Bwahahahaha!
Ha! It’s Vinnie from June 18! And I’d give the hott on the right a ‘single malt’ award!
Lilly rocks that Moe Howard mullet.
That is shiny head Vinnie. When I get my haircut I usually get a free bowl of soup. Vinnie got a dollar store shirt that used to go for $200.
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And I like gingham.
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http://www.spike.com/video-clips/b54qp4/jessica-simpson-these-boots-were-made-for-walking
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But I guess she wasn’t wearing gingham. Fucking dirty perfect look. Son. I’d fuck Jessica Simpsom raw fat or not.
Sorry, but the shirt is auto.
Shirt (buttons and openness)
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hair.
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stare.
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assgrab-attempt.
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DOUCHE
Gotta go with “douche” on this one.
I’d give either one or both hotts multiple malts, IYKWIMAITTYD.
I’d like to make left hot’s hot dog arms achy sore from strangling my bald yogurt hose while I watch the season finale of Game of Thrones on my TiVo.
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Spankees.
One-Shirt Vinnie spent his entire paycheck being photographed with the PTP hotts.
Stripper glitter will eventually find it’s way to Guiseppe/Vinnie’s saliva then his blood stream unleashing a vicious and previously unrealized violent allergy to “Sorbitan Sesquistearate” rendering his sphincter and prosate muscle control useless.
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Shortly after, his mom will move his bedroom into the detached garage to silence the wimpering and stench, a constant reminder of her days as a “Truck Stop Glory Hole Annie”
Ellie Mae Clampett wants her top back.
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Even in her advanced age, Ellie Mae Clampett could activate my hairless tarter sauce launcher with five short strokes.
I second on the birthday party Vinny call. A douche by any other name would still smell like Axe Body Spray.
^…..while watching the final episode of “Beverly Hillbillies” when Jethro fist-fucks Mrs. Drysdale in the cement pond.
Signifiers are low, but they are there. As is the Douche Aura. Level 1 at least.
Matching checkered tops smacks of paid-to-pose hotts at a down-home country themed night at the club. I do have a weakness for severe bangs, though. I’d probably fap to hate-fucking that one.
Douche all the way,he smells douche all the way. The next second he’ll be:
1. throwing hand signs and fist pumping
2. grabbing both girl’s asses
3. showing his overly large ugly tatts to the girls
4. lifting his shirt to reveal a 4 pack (he’s short)
5. will apply more hair gel
6. checking the mirror
Giuseppe is definitely douche. That isn’t a thousand-yard stare. That’s the same stare dogs give you when you get too close to their food bowl. If the photographer didn’t back away slowly after shooting this pic, I’d fully expect to hear a story about how Giuseppe growled, lunged and attached himself to the photog’s arm until animal control could come with the tranquilizers.