Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Gunter and Sven Bother Camilla, Accidentally Capture Picture of Alien
The douche… is out there.
The douche… is out there.
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Turn off the vacuum that’s attached to his ass. Jeez buddy, eat a hamburger.
The hyper-intelligent alien, having visited Gunter and Sven, decided to return to the mothership and leave Earth, having determined that there’s no intelligent life down here worth opening up relations with. THANKS A LOT, YOU WORTHLESS TAINTSTAINS! They were gonna share clean, limitless energy device technology with us, but figured we’d all be too dumb to understand it. Thanks to you two choads. BTW, excellent rack you got there Camilla, you tasty hott you.
2 youngbags and a notta hotta. Even at 18 those things are hitting her belly button. Stickbag and Window Blindbag are looking for the DP action.
C3PO in the background, run!!
…I’m sorry but you mean there’s something other than ultra-cleave in this pic?
…and by ultra-cleave I mean, that guy in the background might want to stay away from the tanning salon for a bit.
Is the alien the Stickman or the aura appearing in the right rear of the frame? Now I can’t eat anything but barley soup for supper and the hooker must be cancelled. ET fuck off.
“Turdcore 4 Life”?
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Wait, why am I asking?
The Mummy, The Fly, and Maynard James Keenan in the same photo at the same time? Inconcievable! …oh and…boobs.
Juvenile clowny-bags on their way to full choad status within a year or 2, harmless now unless someone intervenes. The Hott? she looks like the type that enjoys fun and by enjoys fun has done most of the guys in her class.
Tattoo of “Hardcore 4 Life?” Man, that guy is really against abortion. I should take a stand on the issues and get a tattoo like “Repeal NAFTA.” Panties would be droppin’ then.
“Hardcore 4 life” tatt gets you all the fine poonana yo. He already looks like he’s on the Crack diet, smoke up Johnny you’re looking kinda fat, if you turn sideways I can just barely see your weiner. I’d be all up in them titties though.
Turdcore 4 life
Sticks McRibs and Blind Jellin
On his other shoulder it says “NAMBLA since birth”.
“Buffalo Beast………………..phone home”
Mr. White, dressed as his aler-ego “Golden Showers”, leaves the party after drinking all their beer in search of yet another micturation target.
If shirtless guy on left turned sideways and stuck out his tongue, he’d look like a zipper.
Close encounters of the turd kind.
If I told Pfah once I told him a thousand times, “Just Say No to Mr. White’s Visqueen-Lined Room of Golden Wonders”. But did he listen? Nooooo.
Gunter has cleaned up since he burnt to death as Tiny in “The Devil’s Rejects”. Oh Sherry Moon Zombie I would suckle you like a sweet wild rose on a July 21st.
That’s tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Tour dates.
It was at this point that Mr. White blew on his massive VUVUZELA signaling the start of the second half of the final ‘Golden Wonders’ match.
Skeletons enhanced with a little arm muscle is a near-nude and intriguing way of sayin “douche.”
Bleached blondes enhanced with tans and boobies is a more standard way of sayin “hott.”
Oversized Venetian-blind spectacles and silver neckchain on demure male is an alien way of sayin’
“Wassup, wankboy?”
DarkSock…whatever you told Pfah must have worked ’cause he hasn’t been seen nor heard from since….sort of like Bigfoot disappearing into the deep woods….or drowned in an amber spring.
If that dude sucks it in any harder, his sternum is going to pass through his asshole. That guy doesn’t wear clothes, he gets into one of these.
Gunter’s body looks like an experiment that went horribly wrong. Get some sun, son.
Gunter curses the low quality of European steroids. Thinks to self – must move to Florida.
if you thought Silver Surfer was ruined by the Fantastic Four movies, wait til you see Gold Surfer ruined at the hands of Gunter and Sven.
Camilla, please leave Bag-o-Bones & Clickety Clack Pop,* that we may go forth to a secluded grotto for a nice game of Hotdog Warmer.
*loosely translated from African Click language: One Who Wears ‘Venetian Stupids’ On Eyes.
First there was the Blue Man Group, now there is the Yellow Man Group. I don’t like either. And what is that hump growing out of Starvin’ Marvin’s back?
I reckon the dude on the left is deluded enough to believe he’s cut. Look at the way his right arm is slightly raised, as though it’s elevated skywards due to his massive arms. Extra doucheiness, by which I mean go away little boy.