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    Tuesday, October 12, 2010

    The Philosophy of Max Smell

    Lets face it. When it comes to the Philosophy of Max Smell, there are some things in life that just can’t be taught.

    Like how you know that parking spot is coming if you just turn left on Doheney.

    Or that no matter whether the Tuscans defeat the Spartans in the battle of the Fjords, or the Spartans defeat the Tuscans, Max Smell will still giggle at boobies.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, October 4, 2010

    The Inflatabags Voted

    The Inflatabags and their tasty Vegas Hotts they ordered from room service wanted to take time off from their tenure track Physics professorships, stop oiling themselves up and step out of their overpriced Cabana to vote in the HCwDB of the Week.

    Have you voted yet?

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    Friday, October 1, 2010

    Eastern Promises Extrabag Gets Lucky


    Continuing our Russian theme, let us celebrate the success of Sergei.

    Only $2,300.00 (including tip) and you, too, can rule a Las Vegas VIP lounge for between 1.5-2 hours on a Tuesday.

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    Thursday, September 30, 2010

    The Golden Bags

    Ed Hardy shorts make the Baby Moses spittle.

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    Thursday, September 23, 2010

    My Swagger Sucks

    But my ability to breakdance remains unparalleled.

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    Monday, September 20, 2010

    The Sneery Bro Voted

    One of the Sneery Bros and Tragic Boobtatted Katie wanted to stop by and vote in the HCwDB of the Week.

    Either that or they’re debating how hipstery chin fung will be for the Fall “Punk” Fashion Show.

    Have you voted yet?

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, September 15, 2010

    Tough Guy Chase Finds Boobies

    After the last couple of days of Monthly winners and the return of Fish Slap and Smoot, we need to dial it down a bit with some average real world HCwDB.

    Tough Guy Chase isn’t uberdouche, but he is real world clubscrote. Chin pubes. Gangsta glare. Sleeve tatts.

    Keep overpayin’ for bottle service, Tough Guy Chase. Surely your MMA managing career will take off one of these days.

    And Angelica’s boobies are very, very, very round. I title them “The Trip to Bounciful.”

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, September 14, 2010

    The Tater ‘Bag and Tonya

    Tater ‘Bag is definitely toeing the Gaybag line with the pink hued sheer cling. And, as you know, we dismiss Gaybags from the douche-mock for posing no legit threat to the hott.

    However I’m not sold on the Tater ‘Bag being Gaybag. Methinks this may be a variation of “Gaysquerade,” in which ‘bag imitates gay to score hott.

    Mmmm… Tonya… your blank stare suggests a limited vocabulary, but your stretching exercizes on the beach forgive even your worst of credit ratings. I would slowly lather your middle toe with Vermont maple syrup and a sprig of melted sno-caps. And then we would watch reruns of MST3K on your iPad and you would yawn like a sailor.

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    Saturday, September 11, 2010

    Your Saturday Lipstick Tatt Douche and Perfect Hott Body


    Somewhere, off in the distance, beyond the flatlands of Vegas where the mountains curve into the infinite, an ancient coyote howls. And a lone lizard takes a crap.

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    Thursday, September 9, 2010

    Joe Flannel and Francesca

    Joe Flannel knows that Jesus died for Mayan tribal pec tatts.

    Francesca knows that her revelation of The Holy Cleavite means free Cosmos.

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