Vegas
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Vegas Poo
Sometimes, when your humble narrator is too hungover to think of a clever nametag for our hottie/douchey commingle, it’s important we get back to the basics.
Like wearing drawstring pants.
And eating tasty Hostess products for breakfast.
And blaming your parents in therapy for selling BooBoo in that yard sale in ’89.
Vegas Poo is just such HCwDB basics.
A primary pic of three choads rubbing up on a curvy suckle thigh with softness in all the squeezable Charmin places. A second pic of even primary HCwDB coupling culled from the herd.
Back to basics. Vegas poo for your Thursday. Never grow jaded when facing the basics. Always bring the innocent eye of primary mock.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010Great Flexpectations
You can wear your Nike fannypack at a 45 degree tilt, Chad, but it doesn’t make you any less douchier.
That’s just wayyyy too much choadshine on display and way too little hott counterbalance (although I appreciate Maya’s best efforts).
Time for a Pear Chaser. Roller Pear.
Ahhh… now I can think clearly again. And by think clearly, I mean watch TV and scratch myself.
Friday, August 27, 2010The Sneery Bros Run With The Goose
The Sneery Bros are considering renting out their temples to a Sudoku company.
It’s sad and tragic, but not surprising, that Katie has become a Stage-3 Bleeth hanging around that twin vortex of suckage. But tatts on boobies and Jesus Bling belt buckle mean she can’t be saved.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010Tendon Ted
Exploding Abs. Sleeve tatts. Nipples so horrific, babies just began crying in Bangledesh.
Tendon Ted is not an entertaining douchebag.
He’s depressing Vegas shlort.
Ass Pear Annie long ago gave up any pretenses and makes her money as she can, without judging the objectifications inherent in the unfettered market system.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010Stars and ‘Bags
Okay, for indulging my long-winded academic rant in the previous post, you deserve a reward.
Have some Aqua Pear.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010Battle Beyond the Tards
Who will win this battle of finely sculpted chin pubes and hair grease for the three Trampy Hott’s sexy hearts (and by hearts, I mean boobs)?
The battle will be epic. And by epic, I mean strangely cartoonish.
Friday, August 20, 2010Friday Haiku
In Vegas, the beast,
Lucifer’s epiphany:
Just another douche.
Fawk red hair
Fawk devil’s horns
Ming Li wants sushi
— mr.reeve
Rehab Anti-Christ
heard Jebus won a Monthly;
answers the challenge.
— Wheezer
While the Old Bag slept
His friends dyed hair with Kool-Aid
He thought it was rad
— Mr. White
The “Biker Rabbi”
Drives his Hog from shul to shul
Free circumscisions
— Vin Douchal
I never wanted
To ever have a real job
My plan is working.
— Wedgie
Damn, Satan sharted.
Forty-three is the new…douche.
Lucifer don’t wipe.
–Amerigo Vesdouchey
So apparently
Satan’s drink of choice is gin
from water bottle.
— Bag Margera
Wednesday, August 18, 2010Upside Down Glasses ‘Bag
UDGB heartily approves of Brothabag Edgar and Josslyn winning the HCwDB of the Week.
Kimberly just wants to find Sandra and Nicole and go to Carl’s Jr. for tacos.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010Snowe Blonde and the Four Dwarts
I need a new word for these four Vegas douchepustules. And so I dub them “Dwarts.”
Part wart.
Part douche.
Fully herp.
There’s Skeezy, Pasta, Dopehead and Roofie.
Snow Blonde doesn’t stand a chance.