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Just for kicks, Tito decided to move the monthly meeting of the “Unibrow Club” to Vegas, so Dieter, Carlos and Uter could test out their newly restored confidence in style.
Sarah Hottowitz and a Stonebag
This Stonebag isn’t much of a Stonebag.
Almost on the verge of a nottadouche if not for the Hellen Keller glasses and fungy chinstrap.
Okay, I probably wouldn’t even run it except that I want to powder smirky Sarah Hottowitz on the left’s little Hebraic buns with talcum powder, Kosher salt, and a small potato pancake I nicknamed Irving.
And I won’t forget about you, Sarah’s goyish friend, Kristen. You will also receive some talcum powder. But no Kosher salt, and no potato pancake.
Just talcum powder.
The Hickbag
We haven’t captured a lot of southern Hickbags on the site in the last few months. At least not since the Kid Rock wifebeater craze of 2007 broke out like a rash of thigh warts.
Hickbags are identified by creepy porn-staches and unwashed redneck hair.
Yet, like all douches, the hand gestures and hat tilt are never far behind.
Oh, Carlee. I know you’re behind on the farm payments. And that moonshine your brother Ray makes is killer. But I would still slather your favorite hogs with butter and crisco just for the chance to play an out-of-tune guitar by the Five and Dime in the hopes your Ford pickup might break down on the way to summer rodeo.
Where's Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car's-Oil-Last-Tuesday?
Instead of a “Where’s Waldouche?,” today we’re going to play, “Where’s Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car’s-Oil-Last-Tuesday?
Somewhere in the pic of perky and curvy shmorgasboard of boob (and I see you, pouty Racoon blonde), I’ve carefully hidden a Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car’s-Oil-Last-Tuesday.
Look closely.
Can you find him?
Where’s Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car’s-Oil-Last-Tuesday?
Instead of a “Where’s Waldouche?,” today we’re going to play, “Where’s Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car’s-Oil-Last-Tuesday?
Somewhere in the pic of perky and curvy shmorgasboard of boob (and I see you, pouty Racoon blonde), I’ve carefully hidden a Guy-Who-Changed-Your-Car’s-Oil-Last-Tuesday.
Look closely.
Can you find him?
Where's Waldorange?: Answer Key
For those of you unable to locate the carefully hidden Waldorange in last Saturday’s “Where’s Waldorange,” here’s the answer key.
Note that Waldorange has hidden his “Yankee Cap Tilt” rather cleverly.
Mmm… I’d like to One Day at a Time Valerie Bertinelli Cutie’s Schneiders.
Where’s Waldorange?: Answer Key
For those of you unable to locate the carefully hidden Waldorange in last Saturday’s “Where’s Waldorange,” here’s the answer key.
Note that Waldorange has hidden his “Yankee Cap Tilt” rather cleverly.
Mmm… I’d like to One Day at a Time Valerie Bertinelli Cutie’s Schneiders.
Captain Boobvious
Alt Title: Chest Star the Molest Star.
EDIT: A little too much nip slip for a family friendly website like HCwDB, so The Incredible Yolk came by to shut things down.
EDIT 2: Pic links to borderline NSFW version to eliminate the Yolk.
Hoodie Allen
Is this the latest moment of inspiration for the auteur behind “Broadway Douchey Rose,” “The Purple Scrotes of Cairo” and “Stardust Mammaries”?
I speak, of course, of the inspiration of the “Hoodie over Yankee Hat Tilt.”
While arm-hooking an Annie Hall Cuddlehott and playing the skin flute every Monday at Michael’s Pub.
And the hand gesture? You guessed it. “Match Point.”
The Incredible Yolk
Yolk will stare at you until you vote in the HCwDB of the Week.
Don’t make him orangey.
You wouldn’t like him when he’s orangey.
