Bulgarian 'Bags Say "да!"
The Douche Virus has gone global. It’s even permeated small Eastern European countries, Bulgarian rap groups, and small woodland animals.
I feel for these people. Sure being behind the Iron Curtain meant a lack of freedom. But it also meant a lack of rapping choadwanks in orange shirts and bling.
Bulgarian ‘Bags Say “да!”
The Douche Virus has gone global. It’s even permeated small Eastern European countries, Bulgarian rap groups, and small woodland animals.
I feel for these people. Sure being behind the Iron Curtain meant a lack of freedom. But it also meant a lack of rapping choadwanks in orange shirts and bling.
Alpaca Farm Head
That reminds me, did I trim the hedges out by my alpaca farm this week?
Your Saturday "This Coupling Is So Wrong I Just Punched A Fluffy Kitten in The Nutsack" Pic
If you’d like to substitute a poor, destitute orphan boy on the streets of Calcutta in lieu of the kitten, that is an acceptable alternate for nutsack punch.
Your Saturday “This Coupling Is So Wrong I Just Punched A Fluffy Kitten in The Nutsack” Pic
If you’d like to substitute a poor, destitute orphan boy on the streets of Calcutta in lieu of the kitten, that is an acceptable alternate for nutsack punch.
Friday Thoughts and Links
Here’s E-BLO, The Electric Blight Orchestra, now maintaining an absolutely blank douche-face in the presence of various tasty collegiate hotts in three pictures in a row.
It’s like Monday’s HCwDB of the Week is already over, and it’s only Friday.
Another week of thigh hott lust and choadscrote mock comes to a close. Alls I know is I’m eating Fig Newtons and downing at least two bottles of Thunderbird by Sundown.
Here’s your links:
Noted uberdouchologist Arthur Kade rides vacuous narcissism into a blip of pointless media attention. Keep staring at yourself, Artie. Maybe something’ll show up eventually.
Speaking of Philly wankscrote, today is Mike Fazio’s birthday. I wish I could retroactive erase knowing who “Mike Fazio” is. Maybe if I drink harder tonight.
So when did buying lingerie online begin to resemble the auditions for “Casting Couch #83”? And why no librarian hotties?
Speaking of weightlifting guido-face poo, do not click on this link. I told you not to click on that link.
Milwaukee Brewers outfielder Ryan Braun is launching a line of douche-wear. For when Ed Hardy isn’t scrotey enough.
Euro Conquistador and 2007 internet meme, The Techno Viking, battles none other than HCwDB’s own Jorge in Technoviking versus Vernon Koekemoer. With a strange dash of Chuck Norris.
In South Korea, Axe Bodyspray turns a female dormitory into a calendar of daily hotness. Nice to objectify women as daily objects to be acquired, Axe Marketing Team. I would never do that here at HCwDB. Mmmm, boobie hottie suckle thigh.
And finally… your tropical paradise Ass Pear La Plante.
All That Jazz: Miami Beach Touring Company
I get that the whole updating of a Bob Fosse musical means you gotta take some liberties with costume.
But really. Making the Roy Scheider character a chest shaving scrote-stain? Not a good choice.
As to the hotts, the answer is yes, I would indeed Kander their Ebbs and Comden their Greens. I would Sweet their Charities and Fiddler their Roofs, then softly hum “We Should Light the Candle” from Rent while massaging their toesies and groping their thighs.
Yes, even the intimidating brunette on the right. For her corpus poses a delightful challenge that I would snack on like a hungry sea bass. Judge me if you must, but that girl gets freaky.
Friday Haiku
Scrotevil Plague strikes,
Bikini Blonde infected
Where the sun don’t shine.
Ronnie James Dio
Never intended for such
misuse of goat horns.
— Douche Wayne
This is what happens
When you sleep under piles
of wet anime.
— Mr. White
Test subject from the
“Jackson Pollock School of Tatts”
Needs new part-time job
— Vin Douchal
Bleeth prepares last words
In ‘Bag sign language before
Stepping off gallows.
— Crucial Head
Wall of graffiti
Wants to whisper in your ear
Turns out – just a ‘bag
— saulgoode42
Gaggle o' Taint
I have nothing clever to say about this atrocity of a pic, so I will simply declare the following:
I like Fig Newtons. They’re tasty. And go good with milk.
