Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The King Lives!
The pic I posted this morning, Chudwick the Boiled in presence of Lacey, has left me bereft of all humanity and motivation in this short existential crisis we call life.
So in a way, I find solace in the fact that uberdouchey legend King Douchuous the IV continues to reject a proper life in service of chasing a Dionysian fantasy.
It’s good to know that while so much changes, some things are eternal. The King’s douchey hair in presence of Vegas Party Chicks?
Eternal.
Kings not pulling the hotts tonight…
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buttstuffers
I think I caught a disease just from looking at them skanks.
So Juan Stamos, Cindy Winehouse, and Angelina Gretsky run into a douchebag…and shit. Stooooooned.
And I think that safe morning booze is ayight. Cause I don’t always drive but when I do I have a driver with weed.
Well Hellllooooo, Kitty….
I think the dame with the pooch has a bun in the oven. That, or it’s just a huge Gunt. A Gunt, I says.
That brunette sure has an ugly baby. Must be one of the King’s offspring.
I volunteer to do his side hair next time. I’ll carve a nice design with a pitchfork
The King outdoors and drinking water. That is disconcerting.
The chick withe the pooch(both of them) has a slight smile of satisfaction knowing that she is banging the dog and leaving the douchebags for blondie.
bulbous taints