HCwDB of the Month on the Way Shortly…
Travel plans from West Coast to East have delayed your humble narrator tallying up the HCwDB of the Month this morning, but I should be getting to it shortly.
In the meantime, enjoy this extreme quality Young Laura San Giacomo type, and her boyfriend, Metrosexual Stupid Silk Rayon Shirt Wearing ‘Bag.
Or, as some refer to the category, “The Derek Jeter.”
John Largeman Is Watching
Members Only Jacket while taking out Kimberly-Jane for pie after the After Prom?
John Largeman does not approve.
And in Fresno, John Largeman is watching.
Guy Too Old To Be at the Party Guy Is Also Guy Not Too Old to Threaten Lawsuits Guy
From June 21st, Guy Too Old To Be At The Party Guy’s Lawyer writes in:
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As you can see, I spoke to an attorney who recently represented your company in a lawsuit in New Jersey.
She recommended I contact you directly regarding a client who is currently pictured on your website: “hotchickswithdouchebags .com” Please contact me at my direct line below so we can discuss how to resolve this issue. At this time, we would simply request the picture be removed.
If you are not willing to remove the picture, I have been instructed to file a TRO, injunction and Complaint for Misappropriation of Name and Likeness.
Thanks,
Michael XXXXX, Esq.
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The lawyer was actually quite reasonable in further emails, and since it’s my general policy (but not legal compunction) to take down pics if asked, I did so. I suspect the lawyer knows he represents a ‘bag.
But work is work, and ‘bag mocking must continue for the good of the republic, so here’s some Pokey Pear.
Tuesday Limerick
George glares like he’s true Gangsta Bra’,
While Bald Guy enjoys a Stella Artois,
Tough Guys on the Island,
They’re big fans of Scott Weiland,
While Francoise and her boobs like Foie Gras.
Yup. Just remembered why I don’t do more of these things. Take your best shot (and blow mine away) in the comments threads.
The Pagoda 'Bag
Meditative.
Contemplative.
In the presence of huge tracts of firm, ripe and pluckened tazzlefruit that sway in the breeze, the Pagoda ‘Bag contemplates the meaning of a Vegas life.
And The Pagoda ‘Bag questions the limitations of the mortal mind in conceiving the God Arc of the infinite.
And that large mamms beat small mamms for ‘boatin’.
The Pagoda ‘Bag
Meditative.
Contemplative.
In the presence of huge tracts of firm, ripe and pluckened tazzlefruit that sway in the breeze, the Pagoda ‘Bag contemplates the meaning of a Vegas life.
And The Pagoda ‘Bag questions the limitations of the mortal mind in conceiving the God Arc of the infinite.
And that large mamms beat small mamms for ‘boatin’.
The Spiker Knows
Who knows what lust lies in the heart of gaggles of woo hotties on the dance floor?
The Spiker knows.
HCwDB After Dark: Captain Hardy Says "Ahoy!"
Come on in!!
Grab some Hot Pockets in the fridge. Or a tasty Dr. Brown’s Black Cherry.
Pull up a chair! Settle on in.
The mock is a 24/7 operation here at HCwDB, where dozens of skilled web technicians are hard at work generating the images and text to continue our cultural deconstruction. We’ve expanded our operation from my living room over to the couch tonight. And while there’s less traffic this time a’ night, that just means more for you.
Because the moment we relent, the moment Axe Bodyspray releases a new hair gel product.
So we will… not… stop.
Until ‘bags are mocked.
And hotties repent for their sins. By letting me gnaw on their toesies like a morphine addled gila monster on dexedrine.
HCwDB After Dark: Captain Hardy Says “Ahoy!”
Come on in!!
Grab some Hot Pockets in the fridge. Or a tasty Dr. Brown’s Black Cherry.
Pull up a chair! Settle on in.
The mock is a 24/7 operation here at HCwDB, where dozens of skilled web technicians are hard at work generating the images and text to continue our cultural deconstruction. We’ve expanded our operation from my living room over to the couch tonight. And while there’s less traffic this time a’ night, that just means more for you.
Because the moment we relent, the moment Axe Bodyspray releases a new hair gel product.
So we will… not… stop.
Until ‘bags are mocked.
And hotties repent for their sins. By letting me gnaw on their toesies like a morphine addled gila monster on dexedrine.
Irene Huffs Glue, Dates Mr. Dogpoo
Irene promised herself a thousand times she’d never again date a guy with three strips of tiny ant-lines of chin pubes.
But that’s what huffing glue will do to your long term judgment. Which is why it’s a bad thing.
Remember, kids. Say no to huffing glue.
