Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Wiggaz Joe and the Double Pear
It’s important to mark the eleventh anniversary of 9/11 with soberness and reflection.
But not at HCwDB.
Because we are neither sober, nor reflective. And the format of a one-joke blog that’s lasted nearly seven years requires a consistency of form that moves beyond the specificities of chronology.
So here’s Wiggaz Joe with a tasty double serving of pear.
It’s time to convene the star chamber. We can’t allow these douche-waffles to exist.
Obviously the real threat to our country resides in our own country in the form of twin wiggas. And I do not want to be around when this site sobers or wises up. Then my jig will finally be up. And I like jiggin’.
Who the eph is this guy? Are the girls from the Make a Wish Foundation?
It was so nice of Joe to volunteer to help with his sisters’ sunscreen.
This aggression against hots and pear will not stand! This has to be a violation of the Geneva conventions somewhere?
Ass pear monument to the Twin Towers is greatly appreciated. Let us not forget.
This guy looks like one of the Ecstasy Twins from Friday’s Haiku. I hope that lump under the hat is a brain tumor.
This is a crime against humanity! Humanity I says!
Somebody better get Stripey Pear to the hospital quick. And word of advice. Leave that shard of glass in her skull until she gets to the ER. Let the experts take it out.
You know I’d really like to see a guy like Chuck Zito just walk in and beat the fuck out of this clown!
I usually take my double shot of burnt umber pear with a labia chaser and a clitoral cocktail on the side.
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.Do ya think Wiggaz Joe could parse that last sentence?
Pear on its own is a delightful thing. Pear being slathered with oils another delightful thing. Pear ensconced in a tight pair of jeans coupled with a pair of FMB’s strolling down the street a beautiful thing. Pear in the presence of blunt smoking weegro taint is slap in the face of 8 pounds 6 ounces baby jeebus.
As much as it looks like these pears belong to two young ladies, please, in reality, let them belong to two Thai Lady boys with coccks that put his to shame (not that that would be hard to do). Let them then engage in the world’s most vicious cocck fight that results in geyser-like fountains of blood spewing from his eye sockets as they thrust like bath salt-infused honey badgers through his ears leaving his head like that guy at the end of Scanners. Make it so.
Umm, ladies, this is not the way a gynocological exam begins.
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On the other hand,I do see that he’s found two lost class rings and a Super Bowl ring. To the pawn shop he goes.
Who the hell r these ass blows? I want to strangle them with there “Jesus piece” then straighten their stupid beanies and pull their pants up!
Everytime I see this slap happy choad and his vestigial twin I hear Fletcher Henderson and picture these two dancing like chipmunks. But not cool ones like Alvin
Why does HCwDB keep featuring these two plucked turkeys, as if they were somehow relevant? They are douche bags, sure, and a hott has got to be bleethed out of her gourd to pose with them, but the new ‘all wiggas all the time’ policy is starting to feel like I’ve mainlined bath salts.
It’s amazing what the Make A Wish Foundation can make come true!
Scrotato 7:05 heh, heh.
pEAr HeLd BY WigGAz LEftHanD iS spLeNdID!
…and why the fuck does every wiggas picture have some sort of unsharp filter making the pear look like orange sandpaper?
@Dude McCrudeshoes 8:29a, I think these wiggas are going to be featured in a new reality show called “Word to Our Absent Father”.
The Twin Pears must be protected against al Wiggaz!
What the fuck is up with the burned face victim?
Thanks for bringing me back to these freaky fucks.
http://www.vice.com/read/meet-the-nieratkos-the-twins-of-atlanta
Uh, oh no…twin towers of pear.
How dare, you, Boss.
How double-dare you.
A few comments:
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I can’t decide if he looks very sad, confused, or retarded. Is that dirt smudged on his face or a bruise or a really bad tattoo?
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I bet Stripey Pear was thrilled when he reached between her thighs with his spikey wristband. He should wear it on his left arm to counter-balance the weight of those replica Superbowl rings he got from a bubblegum machine.
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And then there’s the phallicality of the see-gar, but that would be too easy, so I’ll leave it at that and you can just fill in the blank with your favourite dick-sucking joke: ____________________.