Jeff Reed Parties with John Largeman
Yeah yeah, I know you’re just killin’ time until I serve up some Pear.
But Friday Thoughts and Links aren’t for another coupla hours. And I’m just about outta quality HCwDB pics for the week. So we’ll make due with some classic sportsbaggery, Pittsburgh Steelers kicker and allaround toolscrote, Jeff Reed.
Your pear is a-comin’. Don’t you worry.
Uncle Henry’s Nephew is a Douche
Sorry Uncle Henry.
I realize you’re recently divorced and looking to mack on the Lake Havasu Ladies now that you bought a motorboat as you attempt to cling to your long faded youth.
But your nephew, Brook, ain’t gonna help you out with that, Uncle Henry.
For he is twatwaffle.
Friday Haiku
“Make a Wish” for Ronald,
Fakes lupus to live the dream
Giggle Hotts pay rent.
Jim’s first cruise to Greece
Stopped at Lesbos Isle
It did not end well
— Wedgie
Too much cash on skirts,
not enough for hallway lights;
try hundred-watt bulbs.
— Wheezer
A Clockwork Orange.
Pink has torn down the wall, and
Changed name to Umber.
— The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Everyone should know
You put the fuccen hinges
Inside the damn door.
— Crucial Head
Money costumes say
“If you’re spendy, I’m bendy”
Lolipop’s no charge
— saulgoode42
Psychoanalyze
Lollipop and skirts of cash
Flushes tuition
— Vin Douchal
Kal Armstrong Buys a Ten Pound Watch
Kal Armstrong, long lost brother of Veg Armstrong, has only one thing to say to the ladies.
Six pound watches are for pussies.
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Noted archeologist Mississippi Smith, after years of research on the subject of Scrotal Mysticism, decided to test his theory that the perfect combination of sunlight, saline, Bud Light Lime and skank would summon the ancient god “Groin Skull.”
The Burnt Loaf
Poor Elyse.
Home for a long weekend. Midterms just around the corner.
Then her mom’s best friend’s optometrist’s wife totally new this guy who would, like, be totally perfect for her, because, like, he’s an investment banker and loves to, like, surf. So Elyse said, “Sure? Why not?
And there he is. Burnt Loaf.
There is no social or spiritual justice for the tasty legged giggle blondes of this world.
And so we mock his pre-cancerous skin from afar.
Mr. Choad’s Wild Ride Continues
When last we saw Mr. Choad, he was climbing aboard some contraption with the Corona Triplets.
Today’s adventure finds Mr. Choad setting out on a new mission.
Acquire a case of beer without getting carded in the desperate hopes that Corona Triplet #2 will make out with him after homecoming in a few weeks and won’t realize he’s really 17.
Hard to mock that mission. Good luck, Mr. Choad.
The Unknown ‘Bagger
This clubby pudwack has been on the site so many times over the years, under so many names, I feel like we should just (dis)honor him as “The Unknown ‘Bagger.”
With bonus Jesus bling.
Poor Near-Future Mom But Still Curvy Karen. “Girls night out” did not end as you expected when Cindy from accounting proposed it last Wednesday.
HCwDB Not Quite After Dark
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Well, it’s sorta dusky here in Los Angeles.
And rainy.
Not quite enough for an “HCwDB After Dark.” But enough to post some wiggy clowns mugging a tasty barely legal hott boddket.
Your humble narrator sits in his Civil War era rocking chair on the veranda and pinches some snuff. The plaintive cries of desperate actresses can be heard pinging through the hills.
“You want dessert or just the check?”
Just the check, Margaritte. But I loved you on Nip/Tuck.
The Creepshow 2 Lake Sludgetatt Survivor
Don’t think of it as really bad tattbaggery in yet another lake setting.
Think of it as the markings of a survivor of the Creepshow 2 Lake Sludge Monster.
