Friday, January 7, 2005
Caption This photo! For Freedom.
DarkSock here, with your latest installment of “Caption This! Me first…
“The unfortunate Darlene Symanski was the first to discover the battery leak issue with the Lady Godiva Discreet Humming Butterfly Insert™.”
Now your turn; click on the “comments” tab…or if you’re into the parallel universe thing, click on the photograph like a dumb-ass. The best caption will get…Freedom™.**
**Special Notice – Stay tuned for a very special “Friday Thoughts n’ Links – Abs Edition”!!! Shout out to Vin “Gut-Shot” Diesel for the inspiration.
Cleavite sideboob? This is a rare occurrence indeed, but Doug and Robby don’t seem to notice. They’re both still basking from the post coital bliss.
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Samantha is still reeling from walking into the bathroom and seeing it.
I don’t know how I fell for that gyroscope trick again!
After being Flesh Plungered in the shrimphole, even the chick on Doug’s shirt could smell it.
Coyote Stinky…Come for happy hour, stay for prolapse.
Runner-up prize…Febreeze.
Runner-up prize…Febreeze.
“What “tail”?!? That’s an umbilical cord!!!”
Grey Goosed + Gay Goosed = Guggenheim.
3 seconds after clicking Jacques’ link….
3 seconds after clicking Jacques’ link….
It suddenly dawned on Darlene that Douchey Wallnuts isn’t a real doctor.
Darlene suddenly understood why nobody would let Timmy “Lobster Claws” O’Reiley pull their chair out for them.
Darlene suddenly understood why nobody would let Timmy “Lobster Claws” O’Reiley pull their chair out for them.
Worst. Third-hand reach-around. Ever.
Worst. Third-hand reach-around. Ever.
Darlene had no idea that “double prolapse repair” was not the drink special for the night.
Flo’s uterine cramps were uncomfortable, embarassing and untimely. Earning her the humiliating nickname “Menstrual Flo.”
Flo’s uterine cramps were uncomfortable, embarassing and untimely. Earning her the humiliating nickname “Menstrual Flo.”
“Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop crapping my pants!”
“Don’t worry honey, I’m a doctor, I says.”
“Don’t worry honey, I’m a doctor, I says.”
“Now on the count of three say, EHHHHHHHHHHHHH and push out a big fart. 1, 2 , 3!”
“Doll face, if you don’t relax I’ll never get my whole fist in.”
“Doll face, if you don’t relax I’ll never get my whole fist in.”
Danny was under the wrong assumption that the “All You Can Eat Crab” buffet was going to be on a table. Fred is just there for the sausage.
Darlene was just informed by management that she better start serving the Red Snapper soon.
Darlene was just informed by management that she better start serving the Red Snapper soon.
Fright Eyed Jenny’s best “Anybody smell ass?” look.
Fright Eyed Jenny’s best “Anybody smell ass?” look.
Darlene sees her mother enter the gymnasium at Milbert Filthmore Academy as she is announced Homecumming Queen.
The group came to a realization at the same time ” hey that’s a finger”
Darlene suddenly realizes what her boyfriend Neil’s and his best friend
Bob’s bad breath smells like ………semen !
Darlene suddenly realizes what her boyfriend Neil’s and his best friend
Bob’s bad breath smells like ………semen !
“If ‘Shart’ had a face…”
“That’s the last time I get a back alley Botox injection.”
“That’s the last time I get a back alley Botox injection.”
“I always thought the Vaginal Blood Fart was a myth!”
“You’re standing on my Meat Curtains!”
“You’re standing on my Meat Curtains!”
I can’t believe the guy with the 200 pound testicular lymphadoma died.
My Naturopath (respect) told me not to eat those anymore.
My Naturopath (respect) told me not to eat those anymore.
^I got a Naturopathic Doctor (respect) now on account of the suspended license and shit. I asked her what she can do for me and she said “Four rounds of Liver Bags.” Liver Bags, I says? The willowy figure both youthful and perky and way fucking smart answered me knowingly. “Intravenous therapy!.” You’re my kind of chick hippie do-gooder. My ray of hope and Sunshine. And I won’t fuck your aunt who was hot in high school and married my wealthiest friend. She’s a been a fucking pig for 25 years, Son. But honeychilds I’d buckflower on your hermanpooper for 5 hours after one of those promised bags. I love you, you 30 year old imp. Wax your Turdenplucker for me my little Anglican scoundstrel.
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That testicle guy didn’t need no Liver Bags.
That’s Episcoplelian down South and shit. Son.
That’s Episcoplelian down South and shit. Son.
And with a small audible *pop* that’s when Vicky’s clitoris exploded.
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HermanPoopers.
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I CAN’T WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS