Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tri-Skull Vic Loses Interest in Maria
Yesterday’s Tri-Skull Vic, he of cap tilt and too tight t-shirt, was last seen rubbing up on the fantastically curvy and alluringly olive Maria (far left).
Now, Vic’s found a Mocha Hott and a Vanilla Cupcake to complete his three flavor fro-yo club dish.
Too bad Vic’s not interested.
For his bro, Val, is across the club. Whaddup, Val??!
I see triangle!
I want to put my ding ding in the clevage gap of right side hottie, then slap the hat off of Tri-Skull with the same ding ding.
Vic’s world is one of low color saturation and washed-out lowlights.
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Not to be confused with Vic himself, who is one of low brain saturation and is a washed-up lowlife.
Chocolate, vanilla and cinnamon–MMMM! If he mixes them right, a Chai will result.
For those who thought Vic should get a notta yesterday, why? He is deserving of his bag status. This picture is more proof of poo, choad and taint all rolled into one walking turd. As for the rainbow of hot, “I’d buy that for a dollar!”
It seems the Mocha Hott might be more interested in Maria. I wanna hang around and see how that develops.
Somebody’s been to the Wal*Mart Tittie Department again. Cutie on the right apparently doesn’t own a mirror, or thinks that gluing two halves of a dodgeball on her chest constitutes an improvement.
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Tri-Skull is still trying to count to three.
I disagree with the christening of Dr. Patel’s Daughter Hott on the left as “Maria.” The cross between her luscious brown mounds is intended as a slap at Vishnu, much in the same way her hanging around with Tri-Skull Vic is a slap at her father, who wanted her to study international finance instead of blowing his money on a theater degree.
But from whichever continent her ancestors have sprung, the Mocha Hott’s hand is right about where we want it to be. And by “where we want it to be,” I mean where we want pieces of ourselves to be.
HOTT on the right has that Italia/Espana come hither look which me likey. I’m thinking Vic is some euro athlete choad
Why are Pfah and his brother arguing inside that woman’s blouse?
“So it was two guys that complained about their service at the glory hole and not three?”
“No way bro. I think my hat has two skullz on it.”
“Wait. That guy said there were two scratches on his car when I brought it back from the lot? No way, I only ran over valet box once.”
“So you’re sayin’ that they expect that I have more than a 2″ cocck? Aw man, I’m fucced.”
I would murder a houseful of puppies in front of impressionable Kindergarten-age children for the chance to jerk off within 100 feet of where any of these 3 hotts was standing.
“Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. So is it two in my stink and one in my pink or is it the other way around?”
where the hell is this dude? the shagri la of brown hott? damn asshat
I’m not convinced Vic is a douche, where’s the tribal tats, the greasy hair (it appears to be a bad hair day for Vic, hence the TS hat), he’s still learning the doucheitude possibly.
Here’s a hottie. Alexandria Schlereth . She is the daughter of ex-NFL OL Mark Schlereth.
3 skulls is now drunk & the hotts are laughing about his impending ‘backalley’ Rio rectal dialation ceremony…. gettin in the gang is rough
an EEG of this guy’s brain would be static. wtf dude, try and look somewhat excited you are surrounded by ethnic hotts.
I KNOW those are three skulls on his side-tilted cap, but without my glasses on, they sure look like AAA logos, so what’s he rating besides rooms? Three asspears? Three sets of boobies? Threesome of Hotts together?
Dammit kids….get out of Ms. Plinky’s Coffin!
ho ho ho ho holy shit yess mate! lovin all this mocha hot..really my kinda tang!
I have to say, framing a crucifix with suckle boobie is one of the better uses for a crucifix.
the ethnic diversity of hotts in this pic makes me want to strangle Vic with his too-tight shirt.
I wonder if the hott on the right realizes her boob job looks crappy.
Skinny fat.
Is that blood on her dress? Where’s it coming from?