Friday, August 7, 2009

    Friday Haiku II

    That last Haiku pic,
    Wasn’t the best for poems,
    DB1 still recovering.

    So here’s Farmer Ted,
    Puking on Cindy the Hott,
    80s John Hughes douche.

    Jay Chandrasekhar,
    Let go of that fair maiden.
    Club Dredd not funny.

    — End the Haberdouchery

    Sancho Panza? Or
    was it Pancho Villa? Or
    was it Ass Stain Jones?

    — I drink your doucheshake

    “Smell my tongue, see if
    you can guess what I ate last.”
    *sniff* “I’ll go with Ass.”

    — Captain Bringdown

    gaucho con guapa
    necesito los tatas
    dame la blanca

    g0dluvsugly

    he valet parked his
    burro at the club, and tipped
    the man with pesos.

    — pfah

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    Friday, August 7, 2009

    Friday Haiku


    Librarian Hott,
    spanks me with dewey dec’mal.
    Gack!! Run Douche M.C.

    Underground rapper
    Lice T celebrates minor
    Hit band Body Mount.

    — Crucial Head

    Some things make me happy
    Librarian Hotts is one
    Douche kills the boner

    — Roscoe P. Scrotestain

    Slim beatnick poet
    Looks away; utter disgust
    with slime-draped hottie.

    — Douche Wayne

    Michael Bay remakes
    “Sixteen Candles” with new cast
    Choice of male lead? Poor.

    — Mr. White

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    RIP John Hughes

    We interrupt our daily HCwDB mocking to bring some sad and tragic news. John Hughes died today of a heart attack at the age of 59.

    The director of the preeminent films of my childhood in the 80s, John Hughes was an inordinate influence on my life as a kid.

    RIP, J.H. You will be missed.

    article.

    EDIT: Anonymous in the threads correctly observes that Ian and Max from Weird Science were classic proto-douches.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    Terry’s Midlife Crisis


    Because nothing fights the onward march of time when you’re in your early 40s quite like Ed Hardy skullz caps, lack of shirt, leis, stupid tatts of seahorses and undies poke.

    Yeah Terry. You’re just like the kids in their early 20s. No one can tell the diff.

    Marissa would rather be elsewhere.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    Terry's Midlife Crisis


    Because nothing fights the onward march of time when you’re in your early 40s quite like Ed Hardy skullz caps, lack of shirt, leis, stupid tatts of seahorses and undies poke.

    Yeah Terry. You’re just like the kids in their early 20s. No one can tell the diff.

    Marissa would rather be elsewhere.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    The Mixerbag


    One of the most important subgenuses of the Rockerbag oeuvre is what we term the Mixerbag or the “Sound Scrotegineer.”

    The creepy dude who wasn’t actually good enough to play in a band, but impresses the ladies by showing off his massive hardware.

    Up next: “Would you like to play with my levers?”

    Good luck with that, Jack White Jr.

    EDIT: Is this Adam Jones, guitarist of Tool? And if so, do we grant Rockstar Leniency? I vote Tool.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    Brothabag Duke Makes a Statement


    Brothabag Duke wanted to come by and contest my point about the Brothabags from last week:

    Brothabag Duke: Yeah, I read how you said us Brothabags haven’t been douchin’ out like them white suburban punks when mackin’ on the ladies, and I’d like to dispute this thesis.

    How so, Brothabag Duke?

    Brothabag Duke: Check my four dimensional hat tilt. It just generated 1.21 gigawatts. And my nuclear sunglasses. Indoors. At night.

    Good points.

    Brothabag Duke: And my hat, it’s orange! Which is kinda like those silly dudes getting orange tans.

    I suppose it is.

    Brothabag Duke: That’s all I’m sayin’. Alicia and her BFF didn’t know what hit ’em. So don’t say that the Brothabags can’t represent like them Long Island and Jerz Guids.

    I stand corrected, Brothabag Duke.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, August 6, 2009

    Schmuckhead


    With a name like Schmuckhead, he’s gotta be a douche.

    Yeah, whaddaya want. I’m still a bit loopy. Clever treatises on how expertly I would explore Latina Barbie’s cleavite with the thunderous hooves of a maurading gang of shetland ponies will have to wait for this afternoon.

    But yes I would.

    And yes, Party Boy Hal needs his chestnuts roasted over an open fire.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, August 5, 2009

    Real Douchious


    Would you classify that as a launch problem or a design problem?

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, August 5, 2009

    Smoot Sayer

    Smoot and Crystal decided to celebrate their win in the HCwDB of the Week and to gear up for the Monthly with a little retro-douche Doggie ‘Baggin’.

    Even the pic is jaundiced by witnessing this event. I’d advise eating more citrus, camera guy. Lookin’ a little green.

    EDIT: As Justin and Bagoraphobe note in the comments threads, is Smoot taking hairstyling tips from the vortex of vacuous suck himself, E-Blo?

    # posted by douchebag1
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