Welcome to "Flora-Bama"
Where the worst of both states come together to form Mullet.
Welcome to “Flora-Bama”
Where the worst of both states come together to form Mullet.
The Crowhawk
Crowhawk raises his goblet to salute the Ladies of Hott.
The Crowhawk has no need to pay attention to the Variety Pack of Hott (blonde, brunette and Asian) that came with his kitchen. For The Crowhawk only needs you to know. That he is a bad-ass.
Because only badasses roll up the sleeves on their low-cut Armani-Exchange dress-shirt with built-in collar pop. And give you the “Grrrr”-face.
The Oily Bohunk
Oh, Jocelyn.
I know Trent promised you he’d be moving out of his parents’ basement next year when the DeVry degree finally comes in the mail. And the fact your Christmas gift was a six pack of Natty Light was just his crude way of saying, “I love you, toots.”
But really now.
Shouldn’t the douche-face during a self portrait give you some hint that he’s an oily bohunk?
In the parlance of the great Donger, he not worth your time.
Günther Says "Hola Hola"
For all of you freezing your ass off tonight, here’s some Günther to keep you warm.
This guy cracks me the hell up. Here’s where irono-baggery crosses over into genius.
Günther Says “Hola Hola”
For all of you freezing your ass off tonight, here’s some Günther to keep you warm.
This guy cracks me the hell up. Here’s where irono-baggery crosses over into genius.
Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Mandana
Not since the evil Morlock pursued the innocent Eloi through late 1950s Eisenhower era futurism have the hotts been so savaged by orange scrote-monsters.
And twin scrote-monsters no less.
With matching jumpsuits.
And drawstrings.
And poo-face.
Orange You Glad I Didn’t Say Mandana
Not since the evil Morlock pursued the innocent Eloi through late 1950s Eisenhower era futurism have the hotts been so savaged by orange scrote-monsters.
And twin scrote-monsters no less.
With matching jumpsuits.
And drawstrings.
And poo-face.
Wednesday Limerick
“Hey yo, you girls wanna feel my pecs?”
Asked Tony to two Au Pair Czechs,
“Uhm, no.” Said the Brunette.
“For you smell like Crepes Suzette.
But we’ll flirt with you if you buy us a Becks.”
Hall of Hott: Nomination Day
Today is the day we induct our 2009 “Class of Ten” into our Hall of Hott.
Each of the following voters gets one, and only one, selection to submit to the HoH:
Ashfish, Mr. White, Douche Vader, bcs, creature, Troy Tempest, Crucial Head, d. baggins v2.0, Don’t wheeze the douche! and Buffy the Scrotebag Slayer.
If you are one of these ‘Bag Hunters or Huntresses who has performed heroically searching the archives for hott, make your selection in the comments thread by picking one, and only one, Boobie Hottie Suckle Thigh, to gain entry. If you already made your choice in a past thread, put it again here. Because I’se hung over.
And… boobies.
Start now.
