Sunday, May 30, 2010
Your Sunday Frolic
Because if there’s one thing more badass than the Douchebag Skippy Frolic Dance, it’s the Douchebag Skippy Frolic Dance framed up sideways “gangsta” style.
Because if there’s one thing more badass than the Douchebag Skippy Frolic Dance, it’s the Douchebag Skippy Frolic Dance framed up sideways “gangsta” style.
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Most of the time I have the very same thought when I first see a new post: “LOL”
Same happens here, but then I try to imagine him wearing tap shoes instead with the same dramatic outcome as when Butters tap-dances.
And I thought Lionel Ritchie was a clown with “Dancin’ on the Ceiling.”
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Now we have “Douchin’ in the Kitchen.”
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Or “Riverdouche,” perhaps?
Lord of the Douche…
Reminds me of Boston Catholic school girls doing Irish step dancing back in the day.
vomit
Gangsta river dance!
The cd is skipping. Skippy’s three pubic hairs are in a bunch. His hands are fidgeting with them through his pockets in an attempt to adjust them. The little dance makes his small, barely distended scrotae feel good, like the time when Uncle Larry checked them for seaweed at the beach shower.
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His brown eye has a rash since the time he forgot his jock and couldn’t miss PE one more time or he’d fail it and have to take summer school. He picked a jock out of the baseball player’s dirty laundry bin that fit okay but had a medicated smell to it….
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Later that week, the school nurse was out of the office so the assistant principal, Mr. Bruno, was filling in and had to inspect the red rash/sore area that now covered his entire upper-inner thigh, rectum and little ball sack.
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Mr. Bruno took a balm out of the cabinet and smeared it all over the area taking care to place some on his index finger and getting inside the sphincter, where Skippy complained had an itchiness that kept him from sitting down. Mr. Bruno did not believe in latex gloves
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When the balm was covering the areas to Mr. Bruno’s liking he offered a sniff of his finger to Skippy. Skippy declined but Mr. Bruno spent the rest of his day locked in his office masturbating with said finger held under his nose.
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– A California True Story. Yuck
not a dance, but, an effort to get santorum to drip out of ass
and for old time sakes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lRD958nAU8
Steve Winwood, realizing his career is over, became a Jersey b-boy and ruined my Sunday aftrernoon. And by Sunday afternoon I mean The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys is going on the barbeque and I must throw out my wedding videos with Blind Faith in the back ground. And fuck off Ginger Baker, you Sir are no John Bonham. And by no John Bonham I mean DB1
stop ruining my sideways Sundays.
Thank sweet Merlin’s ghost I finally got a new house so I have more time to rant. And fuck off Steve Winwood, I was in high school when that came out and your re-do is gay. And fuck off Valerie, you Sir are no Layla. And this guy or me are sideways.
Have a nice Memorial Day mockers. I thought it was last week when we had Victoria Day. Fucking stupid history teachers.
Gileas Du Bas.
hha i love the frolic videos! and yes! for old times sakes let it be! the mikey batz frolic vid jus classic just classic!
I meant Dileas gu Bas. Fuccking stupid alcoholisms.
Riverdance for Retards.
I was going to say something witty, but I think I’ll just go run over my own head with a grain thresher.
In a primitive and powerful world, our ancestors knew fear and joy and fire, worked wood and bone and jism to make a place they could call home. The first peoples knew the world as a place of chode. Their songs and dances and stories are negotiations with elemental taint. The first half of this performance shows them coming to terms with the world and with their homoerotic tendencies.
totally funny
http://www.youtube.com/user/RedLetterMedia#p/u/45/A23queljQ7Y
it just cost him 1,000 quarters playing “dance, dance revolution” to get it just right. now all he has to do is figure out what to do with his hands.
Lance realized too late that in the rush to skinny dip he’d thrown his BVD’s into a fire ant bed.
Rectal Worms are NOT a laughing matter.
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Except in this case.
Gurn learned a hard lesson about inserting butt plugs with treble hook tips…
Unfortunately for Bobby, the burrowing Rhino Beetle larvae are most easily awakened when encased in hot fresh feces…
Thus began the phenomenon of crack-dusted purple translucent jelly dongs…
Great now we have leaping leprechaun douchebags
Just wondering what type of dipshit does that dance, probably in front of the mirror right after shaving his groin, and thinks, “You know what, that shit was so cool that I’ve got to record it. People will be impressed by this.”
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And I am.
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Gimme the name of your weed dealer right now young man, or else…
He would actually be very good at irish dancing, it’s quite similar
Well, real Irish dancers want to kick his poseur, doucheface ass.
I’m not sure our new friend “hello” is up to speed with the program here.
Well, Fred Astaire still did it a lot better on the walls and ceiling.
Obviously the ship is akeel, and so is the choad-dancer.
My neck hurts.
Mr. Biscotti asked me if he was trying to wax the floor. BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! I figured he just has a bad case of jock itch. That’s why his mitts are in his pockets. And the footwork is to distract from the fact that he’s furiously trying to scratch his balls from inside the pockets. Just a theory….
I am no less disgusted than you, just making an observation
Dude could get a job at New York New York’s Nine Fine Irishmen. What a dickweed. Another Funky White Boy gettin down!! SSSHHHIIITTTTT!!! What a terrible song that was playing in the back ground. Another reason to not step into a club…….ever!!!