Thursday, August 2, 2012
The Jersey Top Hat Bros Take a Break
After performing at the Radisson off Exit 13W, the Jersey Top Hat Bros decided to mix it up with Kelly and Latisha from the nearby “Cheetahs Free Buffet On Thursdays” revue.
Because hey, when you don’t have culture or intellect, ya gotta find some way to pass the time.
The Top Hat Bros have a new band. It’s called The Anabolic Bloat.
Good god, show me more of Latisha.
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Love the lazy eye.
Men Without Hats are now Choads Without Talent (With Hats)
They can prance if they want to.
They can leave their bleeths behind.
Cause their bleeths don’t prance
And if they can’t prance
Then their no bleeths of mine.
So they do some kind of awkward tribute to Sigfried and Roy by spitting tiger jizz back and forth between them until one of them loses their top hat. While stripping. To Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive”. In 6″ high-heeled lucite shoes. And they don’t accept any pay for their show.
I had no idea Wal*Mart was renting out strippers.
@ Top Hat Bro on left
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Dude , how much shit is enough shit on your wrist/hand ?
@ Vin
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When the Top Hat Bro on the right stops moaning.
On paper, those blondes should be a sight for sore eyes. Instead, they make my eyes sore.
Looks like Gretchen from “Fox’n’Friends” has been doing a little moonlighting.
Oh, this was before she became “Gretchen from F’n’F”
Gretchen is giving the Mayan Lazy Eye of Coitus.
I can’t tell who Latisha is looking at. Those corrective glasses do nothing. Oh well, at least she has her law degree to fall back on.
I wanna know who’s ashes are in that urn in bottom left? oh and JTHB’s are a couple of Mo’s.
Latisha looks like Sandy Duncan done right, damn right.
I gots boting to say about this excepty I really digg th strip club hippo beef. Son. Too muchimly moozily I ays.
Word to the wise: don’t ask one of these two if they’ll clean your chimney. Rectum transplant surgery using pig rectums is still experimental, and it’s not worth the risk.
They look like the little Monopoly Guy.
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Do not pass Ho; Do not collect 200 mg of Valtrex.
The four of them couldn’t light an appliance bulb between them.
The line at Chick-Fil-A.
The blondes are sleazy strip club waitresses although blondie with the glasses ain’t too bad. Blondie on the left is kind of hot as well but then again I’m almost finished guzzling this bottle of Night Train but even still I bet you can get them both for the club’s “Tuesday night two for one special”. The top hat fuckups are the substitute “talent” hired at the last minute for kids birthday parties when the real magicians are booked up. These two idiots are lucky if they can pull a turd out of a hat let alone do a simple magic trick.
All the garish color, the two big jerks and the lousy photography obscure some big tittays and an off-centered librarian belly button.
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I’d gladly fuck ’em.
Come let’s mix where big-gay-fel-las
wave their pricks at bar-ba-rel-la’s
blonde boob ditz
decorated mitts
That’s just the after party for the Olympics opening ceremony…