Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

Where’s Waldouche? Bumper Edition

Somewhere in this lineup of healthy cheek and gnawable suckle thigh, I’ve carefully hidden a douche-tool.

For added difficulty, his head appears to have separated from his body (and no, it is not photoshopped).

Look closely.

Can you find him?

Where's Waldouche? Bumper Edition

Somewhere in this lineup of healthy cheek and gnawable suckle thigh, I’ve carefully hidden a douche-tool.

For added difficulty, his head appears to have separated from his body (and no, it is not photoshopped).

Look closely.

Can you find him?

Barack O’Bagma and the Audacity of Collar Pops

Pop you can believe in.

Barack O'Bagma and the Audacity of Collar Pops

Pop you can believe in.

Bucky Got Crazy Skillz

We first met Bucky on Monday, when we learned that not only did he have amazing 4-dimensional hat tilt, but he had mad game.

Now some ‘bag hunters and huntresses wondered if Bucky was really scoring with tanned and toned Kathy Hott, or if she was simply posing.

Well wonder no more.

The pain. It is real.

Follywood Squares

I’ll take Jim Jay Bullock’s douchey brother and Daisy Buchanan in the center square for the block, Harrison.

pic 2 is even more chest-shavingly disturbing.

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The Waiting Room at “Dr. Bob’s Gynecology Practice and Early Indian Folk Art Museum” often filled up with some strange folks.

Hal and Kal Debate “The Horns”

Hal: Bro, it goes up. Like this.

Kal: No way Bro, it goes forward. Like so.

Hal: Dude, I’m telling you. You stick it up. And you twist your thumb back in a crazy freakish way to make it even more rock-n-roll. Like this.

Kal: You’re so wrong, bro! It goes outward. Like you’re flying.

Hal: Bro! It’s up!

Kal: No way, bro!

Kelly: Boys, like, I’m wearing a tight green satin dress, ya know?

Kal: Hush Kelly, we’re talkin’ here.

Hal: Kelly, will you tell Kal that the proper way to make ‘The Horns’ and be a true rockstar is to stick your hand out, like this?

Kelly: Like I care.

Kal: Yo, I’m tellin’ you. It’s up!

Hal: It’s out!

Jill: I’m out. C’mon Kelly.

Kelly: This is the last time I let you talk me into coming to the DeVry Summer Formal.

And…. scene.

Yup. I definitely need some Dunkin’ Donuts joe.

Hal and Kal Debate "The Horns"

Hal: Bro, it goes up. Like this.

Kal: No way Bro, it goes forward. Like so.

Hal: Dude, I’m telling you. You stick it up. And you twist your thumb back in a crazy freakish way to make it even more rock-n-roll. Like this.

Kal: You’re so wrong, bro! It goes outward. Like you’re flying.

Hal: Bro! It’s up!

Kal: No way, bro!

Kelly: Boys, like, I’m wearing a tight green satin dress, ya know?

Kal: Hush Kelly, we’re talkin’ here.

Hal: Kelly, will you tell Kal that the proper way to make ‘The Horns’ and be a true rockstar is to stick your hand out, like this?

Kelly: Like I care.

Kal: Yo, I’m tellin’ you. It’s up!

Hal: It’s out!

Jill: I’m out. C’mon Kelly.

Kelly: This is the last time I let you talk me into coming to the DeVry Summer Formal.

And…. scene.

Yup. I definitely need some Dunkin’ Donuts joe.

Calista at a Motel 6

We first met young Calista over a week ago in a skeezy motel room, as she was ignored by the The Sleeve Burglar.

Calista’s innocent, petite hottness, plus The Sleeve Burglar’s uberscrotology, earned the coupling a shot in the Weekly, where they came up short.

Then came Calista’s pic #2, showing her sad penchant for the Goose, but more purity of hott smile.

Now we see Calista settling in with a minor stage-1 Fratbag who’s on the verge of a nottadouche for showing appropriate non-douchey happiness at his score.

Meanwhile, Calista’s friend Ramona seems to have gotten stuck with the uber-guid.

Oh Calista. How I would slap a goat on an altar for thee until he brayed angrily. How I would lick thine ankles like a baby marsupial on Jolt. Ditch Fratty McFratterson and come to my abode, where I will ply thee with inexpensive fortified wine and Raisinettes.