Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

The Creeper Creeps

Well, at least The Creeper’s creepy tongue is still around and lining up the hotties to scrote on. Click on the pic for closer examination, but be warned. The hottie/douchey combo is nauseating.

Something tells me this douchechoad will be around for many a moon. Unfortunately for all of us, including his perky and full bosomed blondie.

Although I would trade her in if I could sniff the used toothbrush of Cleavite Hottie on the left. She is breakdance worthy. I would do the Windmill followed by the Toprock to the “Crush Groove” soundtrack if she’d let me beatbox an improvised rhythm to honor her buttocks.

Sad News

I’ve received a couple of emails from friends that knew him that the guy we know on this site as “Pumpy” passed away at the age of 24 in a Las Vegas hotel room a few nights ago. This is not a joke. I have no more details to share and haven’t had this officially confirmed, but if this is true, my deepest condolences to his friends and family.

He wrote me a few emails after the first pic ran back in March, and started off his email “Hey, this is Pumpy!” He had a big laugh about being teased and told me that although his girlfriend was pissed, it was fine with him to leave the pics up on the site. We exchanged a few emails and he always signed them “Pumpy.” From what little I could gather in an email, he was very cool and had a great sense of humor.

I’m not really sure what else to say, other then I’m incredibly sorry to hear the news. I’m glad I got to correspond with him briefly, and also glad to know he had fun with being on the site.

I’ll post more info if I receive it.

Maphead

We’ve seen plenty of ‘bags and hotties commingling in soul sucking unbuttoned shirt wrongness on this site.

But how often do we see a ‘bag with a 3-D topical map of Western Uzbekistan on his head?

I could run seismographic land studies on geologic shift within those hair caverns. Will Smith just flew a plane chasing an alien ship through his frontal lobe region.

Even the ball of satanic flame in the background wants to take a canoe trip down river with Jon Voight and Burt Reynolds through his left head area.

Friday Nite Freddy

Friday Night Freddy’s ready to ply his douchey charms on Friday Night.

Are you gonna take it?

Put down that laptop and get out there and save a hottie. By drooling on her thighs. And fondling her ipod.

And Kissy Lips too

Kissy Lips writes in:

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dude this is “kissy lips” i love how my friend posted my picture of me blowing a kiss bombed, im gonna @#$@ him over next chance i get, i dont need this slop following me at work, granted i think its hilarious, i did laugh at most of the posts, if you can take it down id much appreciate it…thanks, —

Kissy Lips
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Damn scrotes, take your lumps like White Chocolate here. You don’t see him whining. Perhaps its the continuous presence of large boobies that helps him accept his own uberscrotosity, though.

BonoBag Writes In

BonoBag writes in:

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Bro – Appreciate the site – But come on man, you GOTTA take my picture of this thing! Lol

Douche-on son, douche-on
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Of course, but how am I supposed to tool on your ‘baggosity with email like that? I miss the old days when angry misspelled missives from Miami Beach hoochies came in. Where’d all those girls go, anyway?

Your pic is gone, my friend. Instead, here’s a new pic of HCwDB legend and “Hall of Scrote” champion White Chocolate. His ability to pull hotties contiues to be rivaled only by his personification of all that is uberdouche.

This one’s for you, BonoBag.

Hungry Like the Scrote

Since we’re going with an 80s rock theme today, I always wondered what happened to Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran.

A long and successful career in the 80s. Now, with nothing to do, here he is chopping up his frosted tips into cactus-head and doggie baggin’ on the perfect side boob.

Well, the residual checks are still comin’ in, I suppose.

Oh wait, that’s not Nick Rhodes?

It’s just some club choad who smells like Axe mixed with Vodka, Red Bull and mothballs?

Damn. I could’a sworn it was Nick Rhodes. I’ve been duped.

Pepe Le Poo

I’m not sure if the French beret and kissy lips are enough to stamp uber-choad on Pepe Le Poo here, or just choad, but that hint of chin and upper lip fungle was enough to make me vaguely queasy.

Mature Blondie evokes the best of 30-something young moms holding on to their fading hotness by vamping it up in so many delicious and flavorful Starburst fruit chew ways.

You’re still tops in my books, Sammy’s Mother. I would sneak in through the side door after little Sammy’s been put to bed, watch Craig Ferguson’s monologue on The Late Late Show, then spank you with a plastic Thor’s Hammer while painting a Velvet Elvis.

With or Without Douche

PIC DELTED

Bono and The Edge’s latest cause: Save the ethanol producing boobie pillows.

I’m with ya, u2bags!!

Cuz I stilllll haven’t found… something something that rhymes with douchebags….

Stupid Night Train. Damn cheap-ass screw top wine. Killing my clever interpretation of u2 lyrics with your brain addling after effects.

Although I do loves me some ethanol producing boobie pillows.

Friday Haiku

Dirty Rock Douche, hark!
Angels weep for long armed freaks.
Superboob is lost.

Plissken wannabe.
R. Crumb babe with great boobies.
Take a shower, douche.

— boatbutter

Please die, Buckcherry.
You’ve polluted this school girl.
But yet I like plaid.

— reservoir douche

Charcoaled Choadmaster
inserts his darkened oiled dip stick:
pink one-cylinder

— darksock

Cans and ass sooooo hott!
Two fingers extended, BANG!
His load has been shot!

— duke of douchester

Greatest question asked:
How does she make them stand so?
Out! Out! Mason Bag!

– clementine of cappadoucha