Monday, September 16, 2013
The Janitors of Vegas
Ruh roh. Looks like The Janitor of Vegas found himself a co-partner in coital cleanup.
And this time they brought Party Girl Yvonne into their stereophonic groinal itchal spread.
It’s like a sandwich made from rotting gouda and a slice of salam.
And by salam, I mean salam.
Yup.
Gettin’ my Monday morning diaper change on around here.
Grand Theft Anal
Schmuckstar
Cholonic and Fails
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(uh, like Sonic and Tails….)
Metal Queer Rising
Call Of Doodie
Donkey Clong
Dale Gribble there don’t look so smart.
Princess ChoadStool
Choad Blasters
Call of Doody
Mario and Pooigi
Meatriod
No. Future.
Last time I saw lips like that they had a fish hook in ’em
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Carps
I knew that Dark Sock was really Hulk Hogan! The whole peed in a horse thing makes sense now.
The Vegas United Service Workers Union would never allow that clown to be a member.
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Jimmy Hoffa
Looks like the Janitor is making a run for the yearly.
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and by “The Yearly” I mean “Down his shorts”.
When the Chinese get around to writing The Decline of Western Civilisation you just know these two ‘Bags are gonna be on the cover.
This is one of those pictures where you can envision the smell-like rotting cheese and onions.
This is what happens when the monkeys have thrown their poo.