Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Spiker Knows
Who knows what lust lies in the heart of gaggles of woo hotties on the dance floor?
The Spiker knows.
Who knows what lust lies in the heart of gaggles of woo hotties on the dance floor?
The Spiker knows.
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Since when did HCWDB turn into woo girls and creepy guys?
Is that the punter for the Steelers?
The holy sun-douche doth offer us a glimpse of the glorious lez-fecta: blonde, redhead, and brunette. All praise the sun douche!
…And at that very second the gerbil somehow came back to life….
a giant sea urchin soaking in a bucket of bleach leapt out & is now eating this guys head!
Adam was quite literal when he said he’d have a Corona.
Now matter how environmentally sustainable it was, Todd’s porcupine toupee failed to impress.
red shirt is lookin to see if the coast is clear to pull out his winkie & thigh slap Spiker
Spiker’s expression says it all, “this fart will clear the dance floor”
More douchebag math:
Too much heroin in the early 90’s + too much X in the late 90’s + too much meth in the 00’s = Spikey.
Gotta disagree with you on this one, boss. The Spiker doesn’t know a goddamned thing. That is the most vacant, most ignorantly blissful look I’ve seen in a while.
I think the photo was taken a second before The Spiker passed out drunk or dead. It really doesn’t matter in Grand scheme of things.
What matters is the Woo Hotts were about to engage in a public three way with no Douches within arms length.
Carry on ladies…
Todd smirked to himself…at the stroke of midnight when the balloons dropped he would make them all THINK asshole…
Only seconds earlier Todd learned a hard lesson about the highly caustic nature of habanero butt plugs. And the non-lubricatory nature of donkey jizz.
…when suddenly each of his 52 scalp goiters erupted simultaneously in jets of yellow puss….
Balding spiked bleached hair is a good look for any 40 something ex-grunger from Seattle still hitting the club scene. Pretending to be a whore is bleeth to me. If you want to be a whore be one and stop faking it girls. If you want to tease 40 somethings go get a job at the strip club.
wait….where’d Captain Bringdown go?
It was bad enough that Todd was the only one that bothered showing up in a costume; what made it worse is no one got his “egg being fertilized by sperm” get-up…
… if sweetgum seeds grew arms and legs and became sentient.
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… and douchey.
This clown looks familiar.
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I think someone did an abstract painting of him.
I took me some time to figure, but that’s Buffalo Breast on the left
The Spiker reminds me of Johnny Rotten: I almost called an old’punk and notta but he wears a zebra tee and too much bling. What a drunken douche!
ah.. brunettes..
I thought Bobcat Goldthwait was dead. I guess he just turned into a douche.
Mr. White takes a quick glance around the room before “refreshing” The Spiker’s drink.
Little did Todd know that underneath the snakeskin sofa hid the Van Der Graff generator.
Why do I have “Comfortably Numb” running through my head now?
Todd had the scalp that drove the tapeworms CRAZY
Todd learned a hard lesson about sustained suppression of flatulence…and party favor physics.
The 2 hotts seem to be kissing the middle hotts checks in an attempt to make them feel better. She must have got stung by the porcupine douche
@Big Ben
“Is that the punter for the Steelers?”
I think you meant the kicker Jeff “Skippy” Reed. It kind of looks like him
Woo Hotts are annoying, they travel in packs and usually wind up falling down drunk by end of evening.
The Spiker cracks me up, I think that is his normal countenance if so he seems to be enjoying life.
He appears to be about as harmless as a dandelion gone to seed, which means he’ll soon be infesting lawns in the next generation.
Time to bring out the Round-Up.
Why would you want to look like a puffer fish?
Alas poor Todd could not enjoy some of the comforts that we take for granted everyday… such as down pillows, and sporting your favorite teams baseball cap…
instead he cursed his immortal commitment to pillows constructed of steel wool, and had to wear golf visors.
But so strong was the call of the douche in him, that he continued, ever onward, unwavering, down the path of the ‘bag…
We’ve seen this douchebag before. It’s Sunhead from 2009.
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Sadly for us, the solar flares appear to be getting bigger. I don’t recall, does that mean our satelites are all going to be screwed up for a while or is availability of extra cripsy gel is going to be rationed by FEMA for the foreseeable future?
Dana Carvey looks terrible.
Scrotato, thanks! I knew he had been here before, but I seem to have lost my skillz. You and the rest of the hunters are more than welcome to take over, though.
that happened to my weenus
Brunie on the right is going to keep me up at night…
i’m thinking lust, in this instance, refers to desperation to meet a F-list non-celebrity.
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well, i better get a fake ID.
… okay okay it’s too much hassle. yeah that’s it. too much hassle.
Ah, another southbeach sighting. He’s a fixture. The most douchtastic of all doctors, he is – the private practice plastic surgeon.
He has his own halo…please pray for him…
DarkSock, you mean your weenus got corona, or lost its skillz? BOTH is what I’ll assume.
Paulie Shore-bag.
Big Ben, I think you got it. I saw him and said that’s Jeff Reed.
Pauly Shore got a new hairstyle, cool.