Wednesday, September 25, 2013

    8Bit Tux Guy

    8BitTuxGuy

    Remember the Nintendo classic Superdouchio?

    It’s like irony meets herpsterism meets 80s nostalgia and still manages to cuddle up a pic with Chiquita Maria at the Gold Nugget at 2am on a Tuesday.

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    Tuesday, September 24, 2013

    Huey Loser and the News Gets Lucky

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    It’s like some generic lyrical pablum of 1950s-era retread doo-wop suddenly crystallized into literal form, put on some Drakkar Noir, and roofied Vanessa The Hottest Bartender on the South Side of Chicago.

    I want a new drug.

    One that’ll make me forget this clown ever existed.

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    Tuesday, September 24, 2013

    That Guy From That Band Who Had That One Hit Still Cashes In With a Lady Who Forgot Her Pants

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    You know.

    That guy.

    No, not that band.

    The other one.

    With that song.

    You know.

    It was pretty good.

    No, I think the chorus was different.

    It went more like naaannannannneeenaanana. I think.

    Something like that.

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    Tuesday, September 24, 2013

    Halfpipe McFaux Thinks its 2008

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    He’s sure that his wacky DJ/Bar-Mitzvah circuit for dancing hiphop clowns will take off one of these days.

    For now, don’t think of it as investing in a flailing enterprise that misfiled its S-corp returns for the past three years resulting in an audit and a seizing of all future assets.

    Think of it as funding a dream.

    Average Sophie doesn’t hold up the HC side of this equation, but what the hell, I got spittle on my shirt.

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    Monday, September 23, 2013

    Suburbia on Vacation

    SuburbiaOnVacation

    I see you, Pensive Art History major Carol, there in the front. You’re insecure about your smile, so I play you lute music on Pandora and we both ignore the annoying Christian Mingle ads that keep playing while we stare at an azure sunset and compare astronomy homework notes. Wait, you like the Beatles and Breaking Bad? Me too! It’s, like, fate. So, to wrap up this morning soliloquy, I promise to remain faithful through the end of this sentence and to poke your grandmother’s doiley with an ostrich feather while gargling one of your leftover pasties from that crazy night in Vegas. When this pic was taken.

    Ring Around the Neck Tatts are the new sweater-vest.

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    Monday, September 23, 2013

    What Happens in Vegas Parking Lots at 2am Lives On On the Internet

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    So sorry, Manny.

    Now wipe up theose panty stains with a wipey and lets hope Giggle Suzanne and Pouty Rachel live to see better days.

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    Sunday, September 22, 2013

    the epic story of bro

    So meaningless.

    Yet so meaningful.

    Yet so meaningless.

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    Friday, September 20, 2013

    Friday Thoughts and Links

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    There is no God.

    No God.

    There can be no ontological meaning in this nihilist sea of seagull poop.

    Not when a choadnut like Sparky scores premium top shelf Golden Globes like the ones on Kyra here.

    Nope.

    No God.

    No God would allow this.

    Not even Vishnu.

    Here’s yer links:

    Your HCwDB buy some shit to pay for this site even though I never update it anymore: Pooooooooooooopie!!!

    Chicks with Steve Buscemi eyes.

    The Adventures of… Duderman.

    File under atrocious Brooklyn herpsterism: A DJ School for Toddlers. I blame Lena Dunham.

    Bad Pear.

    This week in some guy’s version of the Jump to Conclusions Mat: Poo-pourri.

    The greatest obituary ever written.

    For those who’ve seen the very artistic short animated film produced by Chipotle, here’s an excellent behind the scenes interview with the animation team.

    “Frog Goes Croak” for the worst video of the year.

    Okay, you’ve been good. Here ya go:

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    And by flux capacitor, I mean bum boingo.

    Enjoy the weekend, kids. It’s only 2/7ths of our lives.

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    Friday, September 20, 2013

    Friday Haiku

    MrChamp

    Unearthed M. Jackson;

    Busted for Necrophelia…

    “Bro…You even Dig?”

    Is that Janet or

    Latoya? Either way Joe

    Demands his money!

    — Capt. James T. Douche

    “Stop posing with the

    Mannequins! Get back to work!”

    Champ’s boss is pissed off.

    — Charles Nelson Douchely

    It puts the Afro

    In the basket or it gets

    The hose, Jeri hose.

    — The Reverend Chad Kroeger

    Mr. Chump calls it

    being a real ladies’ man

    Cops charge with pimping

    — Magnum Douche P. I.

    If you take the time

    to match shoelaces and shirt

    you know you’re a douche.

    — Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche

    Mr Champ is the

    Afterbirth from Kurtis Blow

    And Teena Marie

    — DoucheyWallnuts

    The gyroscope goes

    In her monkeyhole or she

    Goes in the basket.

    — The Dude

    Mr. Champ tries his

    luck at the wax museum

    Now bored with FleshLight™

    — Jacques Doucheteau

    Camel Toe Jackson

    not as well known as Michael

    scores some midget ass

    — Dickie Fingers

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    Thursday, September 19, 2013

    Bambozos at the Beach

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    Pop Quiz:

    “Bambozos at the Beach” was originally:

    1. A 1970s Tom Robbins novela that riffs on gender roles in the American imaginary

    2. An early Lena Wertmuller short film about lesbianism in the German Reichstag

    3. The working title for Frankie Avalon’s comeback tour

    4. A rare cannabis strand once championed by Tommy Chong

    5. How Native Americans refer to taking a dump in a poison oak patch

    Answer now!

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