Zona'Bag
This tall glass o’ douche isn’t really the point of posting this pic, although unless he actually plays college ball wearing a jersey over a t-shirt is an automatic 2-point doucher. The point of this pic is that I suddenly love the Yankees. In strange and inappropriate ways. I’m not much of a baseball fan but I just became one. Go Yankees. Both of them.
Smiley Perfection
That girl smiling on the right is just superb. She makes me think that all is good in the world. The girl on the left is also fantastic. The douche sandwiches in the middle? Not so much.
Signs of douchitude in these two douche-padawans are subtle, but they are there. Note how the drink is held. Douche. The face. Uber-douche. And of course the coral necklace.
Speaking of mini-scrotes, little Timmy himself made an appearance in the comments section of his pic, showing that 11 year old mini-douches have a sense of humor. Which definitely scores him points. And that’s good, because it means he scored something that night.
The Oily Wank
When one reaches a certain level of zen-douchitude, it’s apparently possible to grow hottie heads out of one’s shoulder.
How much do I hate this oily middle aged wank? It’s not just the ‘Bag Elvis Hand Gesture #36, the blond hilights or the fact the douche is wearing a flower belly shirt, a belly shirt, fer chrissakes.
Okay, yes, it is just all of that.
What the-?
What the-?
And what’s with the poker table? Was this a game of strip poker gone Dali-level surreal? Jesus Scrote doesn’t even appear to know he’s naked. Not to mention he’s displaying Unholy Scrotite, the polar opposite of the Holy Cleavite. Ugh.
So what’s the story behind this pic? My head is going to explode trying to decipher the absurdities of this moment in time. Yegods.
Speaking of poker and gambling fun, I wonder if you can play strip poker at one of these top online casinos.
Friday Haiku: End o’ Times Square
Technicolor Yawn;
Our Society vomits
Forth these rutting freaks.
Fraikuuu
Poor Bulbous Betty;
Biff gives her two turntables
And a Micro-Bone…
Gimme a Betty
lay down a hot funky groove
and spin her platters
For all of those knobs,
he can’t find her one button
that matters the most.
It’s easy to see.
Clearly lit. Yet nobody’s
using the exit…
Biff pulls a Cosby;
Betty’s gonna regret this
in the morning. Ew.
Professional what?
His shirt that is. “Rape Monkey”?
I like giant boobs.
Professional Gape
Jockey anals cheap porn star
With cartoonish chest.
Porn stars and D.J.s
Burgeoning industries for
Uneducated
Is she still hott chick
if her who-ha looks like a
worn out catchers mitt
Fraiku
Biff skirts his drug test
Trish offers her pee sample.
Turns out he’s pregnant…
Fraiku
Guido steps up fast;
“Yo, baby…why the long face?”
Sugar cubes in hand…
**EDIT** Charles D FTW. Son.
Sara Jessica
Parker has stiff contester
And by *stiff* I mean…
Thank God for duct tape
so nothing pokes it’s head out
from beneath that skirt
It was Good Friday
Until Darth Sock unleashed the
Tranny Kracken. Son.
“Scent of a Woman”
reboot – starring: George Clooney
and Al Pacino.
Is look on his face
due to booze or from grope of
“her” prison wallet?
it rubs the lotion
on her adam’s apple or
it get the man hose
I promised myself:
Jacques, no tranny jokes. Okay?
So…I got nothing.
Clang, jingle as they pass
Her steely iron ball sack
His horrible bling
He drinks his cran and
Goose with a stinky pinky
Off the glass, no class!
They met at salon
Both getting unibrows cleaned
Carpets match the drapes
Razor stubble in
Ass crack should have been warning
But for Trent, wasn’t
Self Worship Fraiku
Sky-Bro is so hawt
He just came in his own dick;
“Am I gay?”, he asks…
Fraiku: Big Head, Bod, and the (Dairy) Monsters Edition…
Trish REALLY likes head;
Fails to understand “What is:
Macrocephaly“…
