Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Doucheoke Night at The Dunder-Mifflin Office Party
They may be pretty quiet during work hours, but Bob and Ted and Carol and Alice sure can cut loose to some “Abba” when the moment calls for it.
Yeah. I got nothin.
Your humble narrator is way hung over after too much Sangria and Absynthe last night after open mike night down at the Ha Ha Hole on Pico.
Stumbling around my living room trying to find my other Pac-Man sock. It may be behind the plant.
Ha Ha Hole. That’s what she said.
Do they have paper salesmen in Lower Estonia?
Those are the gayest pants I’ve ever seen.
As for the guy on the right, I guess the whole Crash Test Dummies thing didn’t work out.
Onnnnnce, there was this girl who,
Couldn’t find a normal guy and hooked up with a douche
And whennnnnn she finally woke up…
They saw the lesions all over her body
She couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just been therrrrrrre
Bleeth Bleeth Bleeth
Bleeth Bleeth Bleeth
Gaddamnit…. how do you format this shit with line breaks!?!?!?
Goddamnit…. how do you format this shit with line breaks!?!?!?
Guddamnit…. I CAN”T FUCKING SPELL GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tonya shuffled nervously awaiting her turn at the mic, worried that her short skirt exposed her big clam.
“My name is Phil D. Buddox, and I am a Cockk-a-holic.”
Day one of tryouts for “American Midol”.
Poor Boss…who among us hasn’t woken hungover and hurting after yodeling down at the ol’ Ha Ha Hole all night?
I believe that’s Douchey McFly at the “Under the Sea” dance after traveling back in time to stop Biff from doing his mom!
My new sub-clause for the definition of “douchebag”: If you sing “American Pie” at any kind of karaoke event, you are auto-douche. Seriously, asshole, nobody wants to hear your off-pitch yodeling for all 47 minutes of that fuccen song. Some slapwhoar did that at the last Halloween party I attended, and by the time the 37th chorus started, I thought I’d died and gone to hell.
And here’s hoping that a swarm of brown recluses decide to make a home in the chest of Spiderdouche on the right, although I’ll give him credit for at least not holding the microphone up to his mouth during what I’m sure is his most passionate rendering of “Douching on the Dock of the Bay.”
Swingers reference = win. These asshats = Fail.
I can’t read all of the package contents from here but I sure would like to unwrap what’s in that black dress…and blondie ain’t bad either. Howcome nobody in my office days ever looked like that?
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*pout*
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I would like to feed the two douchebags to each other.
As Basil belted out the chorus to “Volare” Geoff stared intensely at the involuntary staccato clench-release spasms of his butthole, as clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the pink capris as a dying puppy fighting to chew its way out of its amniotic sac.
Eurobaggery plain & simple
The choad in white is definitely the guy behind the guy behind the guy. Or something like that. It’s early.
boss’ first entry to the category “officebaggery”.
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Surely there are some more corporate summer outings resulting in unchecked super-officebaggery, not to mention the holiday parties.
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Me likes the Hotthipski sisters
Black dress makes up for Balki and Vladi’s gay cloths. I haven’t seen anything “straight” that is this gay since Wham.
This is a contest to see who gets to stowaway on the next freighter out of town without having to hide in the boiler room, but in a cargo container that will be stacked on the deck.
After dumpster diving behind Sir Elton John’s Atlanta mansion, Bruce and Jeff show off the garments they found in a box marked “Too Gay”.
This is what Balki and Vladi were singing at the time of this picture.
Actually, this was photographed in Moscow. Before us is Sergei Douchenoff singing some of the verses for the karaoke of “Rasputin” by Boney M. The song describes the exploits of the all time uberdouche ultrascrote of Europe, Rasputin. Boney M was a black Jamaican Disco band from Germany. I don’t make this shit up.
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Behind him are Irina Kuntakova and Tonya Estidiski, who do the backing vocals in this drunken travesty of a performance. To the right in black is Boris Badanov III, the gleeful idiot behind this merry misadventure in prophylactics and nausea at The Black Maria Club, just down the block from the GUM shopping plaza.
Gaybag though these doucheholes may be, Carol and Alice look like hard bodied humpable hotts, both, with not too much Bleething noticeable. They’re spankable, anyway. And by that, I mean my turgid cod.
looks like russel brand and his three sisters had a great time at the party
Wow, it looks like the Go-Go’s reunion tour isn’t getting off to a good start.
Mine eyes (and ears) do not fool me: I see two Venus on the Half Shell and two Penis on the Gaffe Yell. Hell of an excuse for karaoke.
In a rare sighting of Japanese-French culture-mesh, rumored to have been engineered by Samurai Scrotisserie, karaoke is enhanced with “Coquilles St Jacques” aka “Jocks’Cocks,” considered to be the rarest form of douchebaggerie and a delicacy when served with hotts.
an office with TWO hot chicks is one hell of an office.
which is why the douchebag preference does not surprise me.
This is most certainly from Russia or one of the Baltic states. The girls are too hot, and the clothes are just too…..too
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