Monday, August 26, 2013
Week Two – They Still haven't noticed I'm not DB1
Awright I’ma run this station wagon into the ditches for a second week.
Strap in, and concentrate your fire power on that fully armed and operational DoucheStar.
That’s no small moon…
What is it with all of these fuccen white douchebags. Why would this honky mofo have a tattoo of Edward James Olmos on his right forearm?
The cups runneth over ! She looks like a dirty, dirty girl.
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And Hott in the background looks pleased that Sock will captain the ship another week.
And them white bitches, they be fallin all over these cracker douches.
The cool is rampant at this place pictured. Gotta fit in. Get your tatts, fake cartoon-titied side kick , shave yer head good, hide your dull stare behind huge glasses and let your douche flag fly….
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Then, and only then, can you pay $400 for a $39 bottle of French vodka. French, I says.
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Grey Goose is made by frogs.
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Yes. French people with boogers under their fingernails, pubic hair in their quiche and hairy pits women that diddle themselves with cheese as they rail on and on about their superiority as the Über white man. Fuck them, fuck this guy and fuck everyone else
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I’d like to fuck her, however. Twice. But only after a shower akin to the one Meryl Streep received in Silkwood has eliminated this guy’s stench
Stench, I says
Those fun balls look quite fun. Fun enough that I don’t see the DB, oh wait, I got him. He’s the turd next to the fun balls.
I’m not the etiquette sheriff in these parts, but that monologue about Les Francias beats the beats the shit outta anything The Rev, or perhaps, I, wrote about our esteemed Black brothers (respect) that was summarily deleted by a part-timer in these here parts.
By the way, you dumb bastards, that’s Mariah F-ing Carey.
@ Vin at 9:31 – “pubic hair in their quiche” made me guffaw. Good thing I didn’t read that in court.
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Bless you.
Woo Hott Katie photobombing in the background has my respect.
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And by respect I mean my groin cutlet on a bed of arugula and fingerling potatoes garnished with pine nuts and a savory demi-glace.
Almost forgot about the soup course: a hearty bowl of my special chowder.
And he’s not the Roids we were looking for!
Uncle Cracker?
Uncle Fester?
Hannah Montana fingering herself?
What you talking bout Douchble? Francais?
Stench, I says
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Just got back from spending the last 45 minutes getting my teeth scraped at the dentist. His little Hawaiian hottie hygenist with the soft touch and eyes that I look into and swear I’m in a Corona commercal with her lounging in bathing suits as the people frolic by all happy and shit
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Only it’s not Corona, it’s shots of tequila and I’m balls deep up her ass not in a cabana in Hawaii but in a Hawaiian Gardens happy ending massage parlor and the condom is bunching my unusal thick pelt of pubes into little painful knots as she screams, “GIVE IT TO ME DADDY” then I rip off the rubber and squirt all over that array of fucking painful little picks and scratcher thingies they FUCK you up with while your almost upside down in the dentist chair…..
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That shit hurts
Rev, I was referring to VD’s rant about The French, above.
who are you, moderator?
I’m a victim.
That is definitely not Mariah Carey, she does not have a side tatt.