Mandana

    Wednesday, March 27, 2013

    Flock of Wristgulls

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    Shane learned quickly that nothing seduced the hotties of Mobile, Alabama, quite like tighty whitey armdanas.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, August 14, 2012

    Slick Holds His Annual Between-Prison-Terms Party

     

    Here we see Slick posing with his former cell mate, Shawn.

    Er, I mean, Shawna.

    Okay, here’s a Daily Double Pear to help unharsh your mellow. Behold – Double Bubble .

    # posted by Bagnonymous
    Monday, July 9, 2012

    Headwound Horace and Angry Angie Approve of the HCwDB of the Week

    Headwound Horace and Angry Angie may never claim an HCwDB of their own, so they’ll be content to vicariously approve another coupling’s victory (loss) instead.

    Kind of like the failed athlete who cheers on his teammates at the Summer Games in London.

    And by failed athlete, I mean insane professor of physics who’s discovered an alien in the trunk of a Chevy Malibu. And by Summer Games I mean Particle Man. And by London, I mean scarf.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, June 18, 2012

    Headwound Horace Approves of the HCwDB of the Week

    And by approves, Headwound Horace means lice.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, November 21, 2011

    Headwound Harry

    Giant mandanas.

    Still out there.

    Still scrotey.

    Still bothering hot chicks who think it’s sexy to chomp Tootsie Roll pops.

    Mmmm.. Brunette Carolina… how your bony suckle shoulders invert gremlin harmonics.

    In a related story, “Invert Gremlin Harmonics” will be the name of my future synth indie techno band, that will only play gigs in Echo Park, and never advertise.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, October 25, 2011

    It’s a Hard Knock Life for DJ


    Ever think about what it’s like to be a celebrity D.J?

    One minute you’re cranking up the iTunes pre-set playlist and pretending to do things with record players on a stage over thousands of sweaty state-school giggle hotties with limited vocabulary and sweaty poochle thighs.

    The next, you’re selling your sphincter for crack beads and vending machine hot pockets outside a boarded up Woolworths off Interstate 5 and hoping there’s a sale on Cup O’ Soup at the local Big Lots.

    And the painted ponies go up and down…

    # posted by douchebag1