HCwDB
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Poppin' Bottles, Droppin' Pants
So I get that this choadtaint with the double straw mandana and douche-tags has decided to drop trou for the boozy bar wenches.
But can someone theorize what possible attractions could be drawing the crowd to the far corner over this spectacle before us?
Donkey show?
Live chicken beheading?
Or are they simply turning away in disgust?
And yes, this is last November’s “Red Tony.” I was gonna link, but all my old pics are still offline until the new server is up.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010Poppin’ Bottles, Droppin’ Pants
So I get that this choadtaint with the double straw mandana and douche-tags has decided to drop trou for the boozy bar wenches.
But can someone theorize what possible attractions could be drawing the crowd to the far corner over this spectacle before us?
Donkey show?
Live chicken beheading?
Or are they simply turning away in disgust?
And yes, this is last November’s “Red Tony.” I was gonna link, but all my old pics are still offline until the new server is up.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010Douche-Face of the Beholder
I’m still creeped out by that ending of that old Twilight Zone episode, when the doctors revealed their faces and we learned it was the woman who was beautiful, and the doctors who were Jersey douchebags.
That was a good twist.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010Yuri From Brighton Beach
Absolut Douche
Yeah. Not sure about the new ad campaign, Absolut.
Sweet Home Alabagma
Where the guys are so poo…
EDIT: In the comments threads, bagnonymous traces the origins of this pic to the celebration of a traditional Doucheish holiday:
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These choads have emblazoned their chests with the Mark of the Douche in observance of the holy day, Assover.
Assover coincides with the anniversary of HCwDB, a day in which baghunters collectively wipe their asses on tattoo-graphic-printed tees, a form of ironically mocking the shit-stains who actually wear such shirts. Aware of this trend against their people, though, Douches worldwide began to emblazon their shirts with the Mark of the Bag–a shit-stain of sorts–as a mark to the ‘baghunters to skip their shirts. A sort of, “Yo, don’t shit-stain me, Bro!”, if you will.
This holy day is commonly celebrated by practicing traditions such as “Pass the STD”, a game in which dudes outnumber the whobags by 50%, and yet somehow everybody gets laid. Other games include “Don’t Peek into the Gloryhole”, which requires the use of protective eyewear (as seen in the photo), as well as “What’s in My Red Cup? F*ck It I’ll Drink it Anyway.”
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Joey Lipps
Joey Lipps knew the ragin’ frat kegger wouldn’t be complete without his pink balloons.
Tina may be, like, so wasted. But the bustier is 19th Century class, so don’t forget it. Tina was a big fan of Sense & Sensibility in 5th grade.
And a special shout-out to RareAss Yellow Cup, who hasn’t been spotted in months.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010Guyliner Jack
Nothing says settling into mid 40s doughy middle age quite like the slit t-shirt and the guyliner.
Sorry Jack.
Jenny’s award winning curves are Paid-to-Pose only.
No, not even if you pull your patented flippy spin move. That worked so well back in college in ’87.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010HCwDB Turns Four!!!
Happy birthday fellow hunters and huntresses, mockers and boobie hottie suckle thighs!
I was hoping to have your birthday gift ready (the new site), but alas, the going is slow when the tech team is drunk.
But soon. Soon, mocking mandanas and lusting for cleavite will go to the next level.
Or maybe it won’t.
Hell if I know anymore.
Either way, we’se four.
Monday, March 29, 2010When Frat Parties Go Wrong
After the physics conferences are over, and their papers on Quantum Mechanics and the variations of string theory have been presented, Willy and Sharlene like to unwind.
In the boiler room of a Turkish waystation and part-time torture chamber.
Meanwhile, Joey and Pete celebrate their limited futures.
