Sunday, August 3, 2008

    Malignant Melanoma


    Anyone can develop a malignant melanoma. However, some people are more at risk then others. Risk factors include –

    * being a woman (twice as likely to develop malignant melanoma, compared to men)
    * having fair skin with lots of freckles
    * spending time sunbathing, especially in the tropics
    * indoor workers with pale skin, who sit out in strong sunlight during the summer
    * episodes of severe sunburn in the past
    * having lots of moles on your skin
    * other members of your family with skin cancer
    * Being a huge mohawked uberdouche who dyes his chin-pubes blond

    # posted by douchebag1
    Sunday, August 3, 2008

    He Just Bangs Bitches and Makes Girls Say Hello to Their Majesty


    —-
    Profile: I’m the s@#t.

    Girls… either take me out on a date and then get on your knees and say hello to your majesty or stop wastin my time.

    I’m not a gentleman, and I’m not that kinda guy.

    Status: is reminiscine about Aug 1 last year when the big bust happend that put his ass in jail…o well…back to the money.
    —-

    Yeah I know you’re sick of this guy, but he cracks me the hell up.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Saturday, August 2, 2008

    Phil is Still White


    Phil, no matter how gangsta you try to look, no matter how gangsta you try to be, no matter how many tatts you get, no matter how many hand gestures you make and hats you tilt to 25 degrees, you will never, ever, not be the whitest guy I know.

    Farrah has found the perfect place to store her driver’s license. And if I were that license, I would chew like a hungry marsupial jacked on no-doze.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Saturday, August 2, 2008

    Douchebag Beach

    It’s the next best thing to being on the Dirty Jerz shores this weekend. And by best thing, I mean the lip herp.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    Jerzey Blue


    Thoughts drift through my mind as we collectively spin our global journey into another Friday evening, with Rare-Ass Light Blue Cup shining on in the Dirty Jerz.

    What is it with boats and scrotery?

    Can stage-3 Bleeths be saved from Wily Mo Playah on the right?

    Why is Robert Sean Leonard from Dead poets Society in this pic?

    Does soda-water get grease stains out of a frat carpet?

    So many thoughts. So little body spray.

    Wait. Strike that. Reverse it.

    We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    Boatmeal


    More boatdouchery.

    It’s like when you’re scrolling though cable channels and see Dawn of the Dead is on, and you think to yourself, “Nice! A little George Romero social commentary on late 1970s consumerism!”, only to discover it’s the Dawn of the Dead Remake from 2004, Zack Snyder’s socio-political commentary on quick cuts and yellow lens filters.

    What happens when the copy is not only inferior to the original, but supercedes it as the default titular representation?

    At that point, there’s only one thing to do. Put on some Skinimax.

    Hells yeah, I’m rambling.

    That’s what happens when I post from the Boston airport.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    Underoos Joe


    Lessie…

    Complete removal of body hair.
    Poppy cactus head.
    Greased forehead.
    Tighty underoos.
    No other clothes of any kind.
    Posing for camera “making call”
    Bizarre sawed in half tatt.

    Bethany may not be the smokingest divet in the woodshed, but I’d still pretend to like her cats just for the opportunity to awkwardly fondle her lower back while she’s novocained during a root canal.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    The Nipper


    And you thought I’d go easy on you because it’s Friday? Notta chance.

    Nice tatt map of Middle Earth, Nipper.

    Thankfully, the Iron Cross belt buckle adds that extra touch of class to the ensemble that it needed. Like a snip of parsley on a steak. A really douchey-ass steak.

    At first you think wide eyed Swedish Princess is all sorts of take-home-to-meet-mom class. Then you see the pants drop and realize the sheer scrotal power of The Nipster’s presence has forced lower half Bleething to occur.

    And yes, she may be preggers. But he’s too hilarious, and it’s Friday, so I’m going with it.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, August 1, 2008

    Friday Haiku


    Punch-drunk 8-Pak woots.
    Ubiquitous Red Cup knows,
    blonde wants orange-tee.

    Outwardly, douche thinks
    Yo! My shirt’s off the hizzle
    Inside, yearns for mom.

    — crucial head

    Local man wants sex
    Blonde hot writes home to mother
    “The Greek Islands Suck.”

    — james

    ..need smokes now dammit
    Uh…uh…crack pipe…uh
    Things live in my hair

    — amy whinehouse

    Blonde hott tentative.
    Eyes betray true thoughts tonight:
    phone home for a ride?

    — anonymous

    Up the shirt is raised.
    Mechanical abs start the action
    Blonde hotty caught in magnetic force

    — jfw

    How can I haiku?
    Emotional scars remain
    After Mooby Dick

    — sinfonian

    # posted by douchebag1