Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Bleeeeeethsss
For those wanting more female douchebags, aka douchebaguettes, aka Bleeths, on the site, here ya go.
“Douchettes in the Mirror” for $800, Alex.
You know a classic ‘Bag who would enjoy sharing a tasty cola beverage with these Bleeths right about now?
Instragram amazes me. Not only can it apply a filter that makes this pic look 30 years old, but it someone turned the clock back on brunette bleeth’s hairstyle. Replace the smart phone with a Sony Walman, play some Duran Duran, and it’s 1983 all over again. Pull on your leg-warmers, Martha, and pass me the Acquanet.
I’m not a Pepper…
Funny, Dude!
In high school these two were voted most likely to remain single and live with several cats.
Keep guzzling that full blast sugar soda. We’ll pay for your diabetes, obesity and 8 welfare kids with Obamacare, a.k.a. “I get free insurance ? Where’s the chocalate cake?”
chocalate? Nice work, dicknut
I’d like to pound bleeth on right from behind. While pulling her hair and slapping her arse. Is there anything wrong with such an Earthy desire?
Also, in the confused tone of George Costanza, when he declares he doesn’t “get art.” I don’t get soft drink/soda. Loaded to the gunnels with either sugar or chemicals or more commonly, both. The shit induces a greater thirst rather than quenching it.
Bra-verkill sleeps on a mattress made entirely out of pork, just so when he nails a broad he can say he was porking a girl on some pork.
Bro-verkill hits the gym so much he does chest flies with stationary cycles and rides dumb bells for cardio.
Bro-verkill once ate a Ford F-350 by accident, thinking it was sickly water buffalo.
Bro-verkill uses a penis pump too much.
Bro-verkill heats his home during the winter with a Jøtul wood stove and three cords of neatly stacked dead koala bears.
Bleeths are very, very easy to fuck.
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.Marquis de Sades
Bro-verkill masturbates with a potato ricer.
“….it burneszzz in our nethers, the bleethessssz!”
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still can’t hate on Brah….he’s a hilarious archetype
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thirst quenchers
Shit, that was five years ago? Seems like Brosterday™.
…makes me Brastalgic!
hall of scrote…where are they now?
…other than the donk, we know he’s a housewife at Joliet state pen
I’d fuck both of em if my eyes were filtered.
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I was in a shittier city near Quebec yesterday and saw some guys doing some work with their shirts off in 50 degree weather. So that gets my attention, not in a gay way, and I look at their truck and the company was called “BRO-SCAPING.” Fuck.
I never, ever want to know wtf is a potato ricer. Is that a French thing? Mon Dieu!
To The Dude: a potato ricer is an odd contraption with lots of little sieve-like holes in it. If you can fit your johnson through one of those holes, it is not a good thing….for you or the ricer.
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.Escoffiers