Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Young Mitch Approves of the Weekly
Young Mitch, recently seen getting dumped by Kelsey after prom just a few posts down (and now hitting on his friend’s prom date, Jenny), approves of Lint Diesel and Curvy Carrie winning the Weekly.
And by approves, I mean, “Son, you got a potty on your head.”
Everybody laughed when Jenny showed up to prom in a dress made out of wrapping paper, but her plucky attitude one them over in the end.
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Yeah, I’m making fun of hotts today. Sue me. I’m broken inside from that dude with the cantaloupe boobs a few posts down.
Her pointy shoes would look best
A- Dangling off her toes with my face buried in her biznatch
B- Blood soaked , points rammed in Mitch’s ears
C- On Pumpito
D- On Erin Andrews in the next peephole video, release date aprox June 12th (don’t ask how I know)
^ Nothing that can’t be fixed by peeing in somebody, Mr. White. I’ll make asparagus tonight so your golden bounty is extra stinky.
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What are the odds that two chicks would agree to be photographed with this douchenozzle? Thank your lucky stars, boy. For tonight you get felled by a runaway garbage truck.
Mitch seems to be able to hold his arm in either a straight or a bent position
That tie is still hideous and nonsensical. This girl’s dress is just as unflattering as the last one. None of that matters though at prom for The Western Ozark School for the Blind.
Speaking of neanderthals, this guy clearly never evolved with opposable thumbs.
All he ever wanted was a Pepsi. Just one Pepsi.
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And his mother finally gave it to him after he remained steadfastly celibate for the first 21 years of his life.
He has a very good fashion sense for matching hat with tie or shirt. What a retard! And by retard I mean he is the special boy who the girls with low SAT’s cling on to as a public service for their college applications.
As a devoted member of The Blue Man Group, Larry vowed never to break the oath of not removing the paint above his eyebrows.
Vin got me thinking about her feet.
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Perhaps they are not shoes at all. They appear to be un-cloven deer hoofs.
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Perhaps they are bull hoofs. That would make her a centaur, no?
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Perhaps I have ingested too many of DarkSock’s narcotics.
Mitch’s foot fetish fit perfectly with Marsha’s giant electric pencil sharpener/self-mutilation fetish.
You’d think that at least one of his friends would say something along the lines of : “Mitch, you look like a complete fuccen toolbag. Lose the hat & glasses”.
But maybe his friends are other “guests” on this site, and so instead they say “Get Some”.
I dunno, Mitch–I think Kelsey was a lot more cute. Jenny looks like she’d be a handful of crazy once she gets some Boone’s in her. (Kelsey, of course, left the party early because she doesn’t believe in underage drinking. And because you’re a friggin’ tool.)
I gotta give the guy a pass. Matching your shirt to your hat AND your BEER takes a special kind of dedication that impresses me.
This was a common affliction among frat bags at my college (maybe all colleges). They’d put on suits for on-campus info sessions or interviews, but for some reason they absolutely had to wear a baseball cap with them. I don’t know the reasoning. Did they think they were being “sell outs to The Man” if they didn’t “keep it real” with a baseball cap? That only makes sense if they didn’t realize they were the sons of The Man, and were soon to be The Man themselves. Did they fear losing their herd identity and connection to their fellow cap-wearing broheims if they didn’t slap a Mets cap on for the walk to and from the interview? Or were they just douchenozzles?
wow.. you all need a life..
I’m thinking maybe I should have taken my prom date to a hotel as opposed to the back seat of my car.
My man, Young Mitch had good intentions until he put on the 80’s party hat whereas Jenny decided to double team Mitch’s bro’s and Kelsey.
Mitch was left wondering why didn’t he get some as he fondled his limp member while waiting on the balcony that evening while his friends partied in the hotel room.
Although Mitch was graduating high school, he still could not let go of his childhood and his favorite story, Johnny Appleseed.
I still think he might quality for a retardation notta.
serisously?? wow..
You need a dictionary and I need to slap you for using a half-assed two period ellipsis to separate your deep thoughts and complex sentence structure.
Wow, just wow.
Maybe this was a “Bring a Tart to the Prom,” prom…It would be funny if this bleeth had the same hat made from the fabric of her dress.
BTW, do 40-year old women now go to proms?
I still say he looks like and Turtle and Master Blaster but whatever.
I never got the whole hat with collard shirt thing either. Maybe douche and golf go hand in hand.
Chet made beer money by leasing his scalp out to the NORAD air radar network.
at what point would Young Mitch need to sell his hat so that he can pay the rent for his suit? that is what i’d like to know.
Mitch has a potty head AND a potty mouth.
If I match ma trucker’s hat with my shirt, well…I’ll get wit the girl in da red dress. Dis is how we do it in Iowa.
I suppose he’s run out of female cousins to pose with. Now what?
I am sure her pointy toes match the pointy head hidden under his domed hat. And her pointy bra.
He’s a Choad Jockey lookin’ for a winnin’ ride..
This guy just needs to die, the sooner the better.