Friday, June 12, 2009

    Friday Haiku

    PIC DELETED

    Scary Jerz Nipple,
    Meathead gets kissed in mall shop,
    Bro pumps fists, not gas.


    Tank top shows man-tit
    Really gets his mom horny
    Or he found a job

    – Allah Choad

    “Bros, do youse ever
    feels existential sadness
    when youse wit’ girls? Bras?”

    — Mr. White

    Oh, Brooks Brothers Hott…
    Your Connecticut good looks
    Deserve so much more!

    — boatbutter

    Can’t see much of Hott,
    Other than poor taste in men,
    And penchant for moobs.

    — Amerigo Vesdouchey

    Finally a dude
    Gets good service from a chick
    At the DMV.

    — Zen Wizard

    Mom helps me pack, and
    welcomes the freshman fifteen
    gained in one nipple.

    -Chuck Choadelaire

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    Ask DB1: The “‘Baggle” Defined


    —-
    DB1,

    I have noticed that the Beach Bags tend to travel in groups. How does one refer to multiple Douche Bags in one area? An Axe of Douches? An ass load of Douches? A Six Pack of Douches?

    Rather like a flannel of lesbians.

    Thanks,
    Peter

    —-

    Excellent question, Peter. As with a pride of lions, a flock of sheep or a stain of Ed Hardy, ‘bags have their own grouping terminology. The correct term is a ‘baggle. However the one exception to the rule is when referring to them as ‘bags. In that one instance, the term switches to a “scroadle.”

    So you may say “Look at that ‘baggle of choads,” but you cannot say “Look at that ‘baggle of ‘bags.” Instead, you would say, “Look at that scroadle of ‘bags.” Or just run the other way.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    Ask DB1: The "'Baggle" Defined


    —-
    DB1,

    I have noticed that the Beach Bags tend to travel in groups. How does one refer to multiple Douche Bags in one area? An Axe of Douches? An ass load of Douches? A Six Pack of Douches?

    Rather like a flannel of lesbians.

    Thanks,
    Peter

    —-

    Excellent question, Peter. As with a pride of lions, a flock of sheep or a stain of Ed Hardy, ‘bags have their own grouping terminology. The correct term is a ‘baggle. However the one exception to the rule is when referring to them as ‘bags. In that one instance, the term switches to a “scroadle.”

    So you may say “Look at that ‘baggle of choads,” but you cannot say “Look at that ‘baggle of ‘bags.” Instead, you would say, “Look at that scroadle of ‘bags.” Or just run the other way.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    Rockerbag Head


    When even Hediyah, the Persian temp from the office party, is pointing at your shirtless skeezosity, it’s time to take a shower, Rockerbag.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    ‘Bags / Nottabags


    Dammit, I need these two tools to be douches but I don’t have the evidence. The desire to bite Ass Pear is certainly excusable, as it effects all of us.

    Mr. Black in the middle is joyful and relaxed, with no bling, douche-face or gangsta hand gestures. But… is that a mini-faux?

    There must be something we can pin on these shoe-scrubs. Help me out in the comments thread. Don’t make me give them nottadouche passes with that many cottony hot-pockets running around.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    'Bags / Nottabags


    Dammit, I need these two tools to be douches but I don’t have the evidence. The desire to bite Ass Pear is certainly excusable, as it effects all of us.

    Mr. Black in the middle is joyful and relaxed, with no bling, douche-face or gangsta hand gestures. But… is that a mini-faux?

    There must be something we can pin on these shoe-scrubs. Help me out in the comments thread. Don’t make me give them nottadouche passes with that many cottony hot-pockets running around.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    The Motivating the DB1 to Go Get a Coffee Pic


    Your humble narrator on our hottie/douchey journey, the DB1, is sitting around on his stained rug and munching on a tasty bowl of Corn Pops with 1% milk.

    I needed a coupling so disturing, foul and awkwardly confusing, that it would motivate me to get off my ass, go find my socks, and roll to the Coffee Bean for my daily Americano.

    Yup.

    Here it is.

    Shirtless at the bar Pedro, and Vera, a stage 4-Bleeth lost to the Grieco Virus forever. Yet with shiny boobies that make me happy against my better instincts, since I know she is Bleeth. I’m confused, and so I go. Feeling unclean and perplexed.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 11, 2009

    Lumpy Thursday


    Oh, long necked blonde nursing school swan-hott.

    Were thee only to wear librarian glasses, I would powder thy bottom with spackle and glitter.

    Oh, Lumpy.

    Your lick is as unsanitary as your hair.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, June 10, 2009

    Guido Buttchinsky


    Everyone in the Jerz loves Guido Buttchinsky.

    Even his girlfriend Tonya’s mom thought Guido was a slammin’ bro. Sure, date night meant he’d buy Tonya a Big Gulp outside the local mall. But Tonya’s Mom was willing to overlook that.

    So long as Guido Buttchinsky wore that sexy combo A/X toolbelt and shirt, all was orange in Hoboken.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, June 10, 2009

    E-Blo Thanks You


    E-Blo wanted to drop by thank you for voting himself and Britney the HCwDB of the Week.

    To celebrate, E-Blo’s found a bartender with some tasty Cleavite showing, and is busting the rarest of rare: The Double Mark of the ‘Bag on his forehead.

    Fo’ shizz, E-blo. Fo’ shizz.

    Nice hair tumor.

    # posted by douchebag1
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