Barbaggery
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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- Categories: Barbaggery, Friday Haiku
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Nice Guy Wong Taylor Swifts a Bunny Hott
Because she, uhm, looks like Taylor Swift.
Got nuthin’.
Enjoyin’ a tasty bowl of Trader Joes oatmeal with raisins.
How you doin’?
Loading ...Somewhere in a Bar in Tallahasee, Florida…
… Kevin enacts a Bukowski fever dream without the fever, the dream, the wit, the creativity, the introspection, the literary tradition, nor any form of poetic decantur.
But, as a substitute for cruelty tinged introspection that resonances of the spiritual crisis of life, hey, Jager shots.
Loading ...When Hot Chicks Become Groupies for Going-Nowhere Bar Bands Named “Crack Attack”…
Necktatts grow like chin fung.
And the Baby Jebus cries for boobies beyond suckle hope in the realm of the Bleeth.
Loading ...Friday Haiku
That little Dutch boy
Is never around when a
Dike needs to be plugged…
Douche birth ritual
doc holds mom over dance floor
where baby conceived.
– Douche Wayne
Looking for kicks. Girls
Invent new internet meme.
It’s called “Harlem Sharts”
– The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Ducklips throws peace sign
On Jersey Girls night out
Regret, shame to follow
– Et Tu Douche?
Ironically, her
hand placement is a pointless
act of modesty.
– Charles Douchewin
“Don’t bother” said Kim
The web is already full
of pics of my vag
– Magnum Douche P. I.
When she moves her hand
out slides a forty-two ounce
Louisville Slugger
– hermit
Showing off their catch
Like they do on Whaling Ships
She’ll soon be mounted
– Bag em, Tag em
Loading ...Cole Howitzer Stores Stuff on His Arm
The drink suckle purity of Next-Door Katie offers sweet spackle sunshines. I would do her Econ 101 homework dressed only in a Mumu and furry slippers in the hopes that she’d let me finish her half-drunken Diet Coke.
Diet Coke should never get drunken.
Nor should the DB1 eat too many snack cake treats before lunch.
Loading ...Welcome Back, Bitches!
Another week of the mock here at HCwDB!!
Sure this website’s an archaic relic of the pre-app pre-feed days of god darnit actual blogs with unique names and destinations. Back when the internet at least vaguely resembled a digital simulacrum of spatial certainty.
But HCwDB carries on like ole’ Clint. Shoutin’ at chairs and strangely befuddled by working faucets.
We’se still got the hotties with the purple hairs all up innit.
And douchewanks with stupid shirts.
And never the twain shall exchange DNA without collective ridicule.
May your Monday morning be snow-free and filled with tasty snack treats.
For the work week is uponst. So get yer lazy ass in gear. This world won’t consume itself.
Loading ...Somewhere in a Human Zoo on Tralfamador…
The Tralfamadorians blink their eye and stare with a marked lack of comprehension .
Loading ...Jodie Lets Mr. Neckfunguous Buy Her a Beer, Wears his Mandana
Jodie, the sweet giggle bobble who sat next to you in Chem 2 junior year, is now out of school and working as a temp in Milwaukee.
Sadly, she now hangs out at the “Roadhouse Inn” to earn her street cred bonafides. And tries desperately to forget the suburban malaise of her high school years and her three year relationship with Scott, and before that Kevin.
So she lets Mr. Neckfunguous buy her a beer. And dons his mandana with giggley aplomb.
The Bleething has begun. But you can only watch from afar, reduced to a Facebook voyeur/quasi-stalker. And you can only hope she’ll pull out of the nose dive before neckfunguous progresses to crotchfunguii.
Loading ...Meg and Hipster Skeet both have landing strips
But, alas, I can only show you one on this family-oriented website.**
In keeping with the correctional-institutionalized-bag theme of today, Skeet is celebrating his release from a 60-day stint in County impersonating a Mr. Norville Rogers with intent to meddle. His great dane is still in the pound, though.
**However, feel free to tune in later for a very special HCwDB After Dark, jailbird edition. And by “very special” I mean “pear-laden”.
Loading ...Call-Me-Guy Lays an Ethereal Turd
Beach Bunny Bonnie wouldn’t be amused if not for the four Fuzzy Navels plied on her by Call-Me-Guy during happy hour. And by plied on her, I mean forced intravenously at gun point. I know it seems like a tall tale to believe gun violence took place shortly before this pic was taken. But Call-Me-Guy continues to work on deep rooted rage issues ever since mommy threw away Blinkie when he was two.
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