Monday, June 4, 2012
HCwDB of the Week: Infectious Rick and Connie Thong Pear
A lil’ of the ole’ classic HCwDB takes the Weekly.
Your humble narrator is in NYC, stalking the hipster hotts at the East Village Dog Run. NYC hums with the nostalgic hues of a post-Beastie-Boys universe. And yet it carries on, even as the last remnants of the East Village fade into a hazy obscurity of American-Appareltopia and Starbucks coffee shops.
Nostalgia, as Don Draper’s carousel taught us, is the puncturing wound of a memory that never was.
I’d puncture her womb of a mammary that never was.
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Drapers.
For as virulent these two are, they cannot stave off the coming Zombie Apocolypse.
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http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/zombie-apocalypse-horror-movie-genre-twisted-real-life-news-headlines-article-1.1089108
Boss, I love that you use GynoChin’s picture as your avatar.
Good futures market for bleeths.
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OK, fuckers. I’m pissed. I thought all this douchebaggery was confined to the human world, and all us little puppets were immune. I was wrong. The following video is proof. the difference is, here in puppet land, we’re all tripping on acid all the time. You get to see us in our world thanks to visitors like Anderson back in the 60s and those libertarian doucheclowns in the late 90s. Heck, I let Anderson follow me on my adventures. But now some puppet DOUCHEBAGS who live downtown in Centreville (a nice place to grow your kids up – it’s got churches and liquor stores) let some asswipes video tape them at home, and, well, douchebag puppets are pretty fucking surreal.Don’t say you weren’t warned.
When they start frolicking right around 1.02 – 1.15 I just want to shoot them.
HCwDB of the Week always hurts my eyes. These two are not exceptional.
Good call, boss. They may even contend for the monthly. She brings the douchedox, he brings the ink.
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I thought the quote was “never argue with a man who buys ink by the barrel”. I can see how it works.
link no workee
that time it did
@Doucheywallnuts, it’s finally the end times. I feel like I’ve been at a happy hour that started out good, but now at 4:30am I’m just praying for last call.
I wonder if the East Village girls object to being calling “dogs” . At least if they’re called dogs Zombies wont eat their brains
Thank god for creepers in dog parks takin Twitpics.
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If it is indeed the end of times, I best start gettin my freak on post haste. I’m not going out like some punkass born again virgin.
There are only two things I hate; people who are intolerant of inanimate imitations of humans, and puppets.
the bleeth in this picture has eyebrows that wrap around her temples. Fucking weird.
Lest we all forget the rippling gunt that morphs and undulates beneath the sparkling veneer of that black metal flake onesy thong.
Infectious Prick gives me gas. Is Connie’s tramp stamp…..fading?
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So Boss, how is it to hang out at a dog park without a dog, or do you have a furry broheim kickin’ it with you? I’d love to hang out at a dog park, but it seems it would be less weird if I actually had a dog.
DW: If I wasn’t so drunk I might understand what you said.
This girl’s eyebrows are still freaking me out.
Holy poop-shitting crap, db1! It looks like your dick took this picture.
Yes DB1,,,,NYC gentrification is one of the worst things on Earth.
When Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all the other trust fund assholes from all over the world start buying up property in NYC, you know end times are near.
Its been going on for some time now. Almost as disgusting as Zombies eating homeless mens’ faces .