Monday, July 2, 2012
Likes Sands in the Pearyglass…
This post was originially called “technical difficulties,” but now that I think I solved the crazy gremlins haunting this here ole’ website, we’se celebratin’.
How do we celebrate you ask?
With deep spiritual contemplation?
Nope.
With douchey cell phone bathroom self-portraits?
Nope.
testes.
Dammit, I’se a genius! Muhahahahaha!!!!….
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Pear.
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gnaw.
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– management
CK is the best.
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Howdy Chief! Long time, no see.
I am troubled that I would celebrate Champagne Katie in her Hamptons.
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Thus the power of the Douchedox. I denounce myself.
This is Reverend Chad logged in as IRA Darth Aggie (respect). Site is whacked man. I bet next post is logged in as me. Son.
Son. Site is whacked. Gay porn anyome?
That’s better.
The gal in the pic is utterly adorable.
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That is all.
This is Doucheywallnuts logged in as Rev Chad who logged in as himself but wishes he was logged in as me.
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Wait, what?
I’m fantasizing that her tattoo says, “Foghorn, place your junk here”.
Also, Bud Lite Benazir and mikes hard lemonade Muhammed in banner photo are wearing Bomb Swimwear.
Eduardo Munstero
She’s back up and running, like dong blasts down the leg of Plinky’s Mom. Speaking of which…sad news; another one of her OB/GYN doctors has gone missing…
Site is seriously fubar. It has eaten my hilarious comment about slipping warm toast into CK’s bikini-mons gap.
CK’s bikini mons gap stands out like a 48″ x 36″ travel poster on side wall of a Long Island stip mall travel agency parking lot in the middle of winter, beckoning like Ahab lashed to the side of the White Whale, promissing exotic, warm and lush Brazillian treats.
I’d like to get to CK’s Hamptons.
The good doctor said that when your hug is in an A Frame shape,you don’t want to touch the other person…which would mean Elvishead doesn’t have a chance in hell.