Beverly Hills 9021Suck
Lest there be any doubt that the bizarro-world pairing of supple Megan Fox and unemployed David Silver should be in the running for a 2009 Douchie Award, let this pic put it to rest.
And by rest, I mean a guy who hasn’t worked in fifteen years, yet dresses like this.
Who gets this.
I would’ve been less annoyed if it had been Ian Ziering.
Then again, maybe not.
Saturday Night Jerzey
The pic is like a trainwreck of culture poo.
I may need to crack a bottle of Night Train early today to forget this bedazzled slap chop of a shamwow.
With an arm so crimson it features the color pallete used to paint the sky in Edward Munch’s The Scream.
Reader Mail: “I’m With a Guy in a Mohawk”
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Hello I just found out from my boyfriend that I’m on this website. Can you take my pic down? It’s weird. I’m with a guy in a Mohawk. I work for rehab and he was a client and I don’t think he would appreciate the douch comments. Thanks
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Well that just narrowed it down to about 2000 pictures on the site.
Reader Mail: "I'm With a Guy in a Mohawk"
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Hello I just found out from my boyfriend that I’m on this website. Can you take my pic down? It’s weird. I’m with a guy in a Mohawk. I work for rehab and he was a client and I don’t think he would appreciate the douch comments. Thanks
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Well that just narrowed it down to about 2000 pictures on the site.
Ralph Waldo Lamerson
Do not mock Ralph Waldo, for he has the soul of poet. Only the body of a douche.
In his spare time, Ralph pours his heart out as free verse in a ragged notebook he carries with him:
“Yo, I need food. Is KFC still open?”
“Where da bitches at?”
“Dag. My armpits smell like prune.”
Do not let the star tatts fool you. It is the free verse of a street poet.
Hers is the perky smile of a young, confused doe. She has wandered into the path of her street poet, only to think to herself pensively, “He thinks I look like Katie Price! Katie Price is like OMG!!”
OMG, indeed, young doe.
OMG.
Where’s Pedro?
Somewhere in this grouping of faux-punk douchery and enhanced female “workin’ it'” posing, I’ve carefully hidden a mustachioed Pedro.
Look closely.
Can you find him?
Where's Pedro?
Somewhere in this grouping of faux-punk douchery and enhanced female “workin’ it'” posing, I’ve carefully hidden a mustachioed Pedro.
Look closely.
Can you find him?
Name That Scrote
Okay kids, time to play another round of the game that’s sweeping the nation… “Name that Scrote.”
Which douchebag featured previously on this site is pictured here acting “gangsta” while macking on Tiny Suzanna?
Can you ‘tag him in the comments thread?
EDIT: Give up? He’s here
Rick’s Beachbag ‘Tag
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DB1,
Was celebrating the 4th of July with a friend and a beer on the MBL Beach in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, when right before our eyes paraded the elusive but unfortunately common HCWDB in their prime, natural habitat.
Grazing slightly through the dune sand. Jeans that bordered as Capris. A hat that has never been bent and printed on as if they were UFC stars.
It was like capturing a snapshot of Big Foot. If Big Foot was everywhere you looked.
-Rick
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Well done Rick, and since the hott may be underage, please postdate the following until some time in 2010: “I would lick her unwashed bikini like a brain-addled bark beetle after eating a pimento loaf.”
Rick's Beachbag 'Tag
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DB1,
Was celebrating the 4th of July with a friend and a beer on the MBL Beach in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, when right before our eyes paraded the elusive but unfortunately common HCWDB in their prime, natural habitat.
Grazing slightly through the dune sand. Jeans that bordered as Capris. A hat that has never been bent and printed on as if they were UFC stars.
It was like capturing a snapshot of Big Foot. If Big Foot was everywhere you looked.
-Rick
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Well done Rick, and since the hott may be underage, please postdate the following until some time in 2010: “I would lick her unwashed bikini like a brain-addled bark beetle after eating a pimento loaf.”
