Thursday, August 12, 2010
Where’s Waldo?: Coed Spring Break Edition
Somewhere in this lineup of choice and premium coed uberhotts, I’ve carefully hidden Waldo. With no evidence he’s a “Waldouche,” we’re gonna just call him Waldo.
Look closely.
Can you find him?
Mmmm… Pink bikini Paula powers Priuses with her perky pillow plumage. I approve of her college years.
I’d hit each of those.
I’d do blond fatty if she threw in the rest the the octet for a fucle fest on my Jesus sized cocck. They put the sping in my sarasota.
Matt Stafford?
I gotta go with nottadouche here. The look on his face is more of one of pure enjoyment, which, let’s be honest, all of us would have on our face. Methinks it’s just a good old-fashioned photobomb.
The girls failed to notice Captain DarkSock behind them, furtively plotting out all the shallow sandbars in the vicinity.
… and by “plotting out all the shallow sandbars,” I would of course mean “peein’ in all the butts.”
“Well, girls, it looks like we’re stranded out here for a couple of days. Oil rubdown?”
Buffalo Beast tossed his clamdiggers and metal detector into the surf and began generously applying sun screen to his stiffening cockk. Surveying the buffet of asspear spread out before him, he knew it was going to be a glorious day.
Having lost his lower torso in a freak cheese whiz explosion, Phillipe found choosing the right Blaster to his Master to be one of the best quandries he’d ever, EVER experienced.
Pink bikini and a few of her dark haired friends need to turn around and show us the rump.
I am sure Waldouche is hiding his pencil sized boner behind the hots.
There are motorboats and then there are motorboats. This is clearly the latter.
Scrotato @ 9:45 FTW. Who runs butt-pee town?
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this is just what I needed to right the course of a day that’s started terribly wrong. That, and a two-day hiatus from coffee has prepared me for the near-hallucinogenic high I am about to experience as I wait for my batch of French Press to finish steeping. I make no apologies for what I may post for the rest of the day.
Dibs on all the ones wearing blue.
Scrumptious, wholesome, natural, gaggle of Hotts of varying yet pleasurable bodily dimensions = WIN, blue bikini W/ black panty bottoms = YUMMY.
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Whoever Waldo is I don’t care as he barely visible which is the way it should be.
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An ubiquitous red cup sighting too.
Not a tattoo in sight which is refreshing. Here is a fine example grade A poontang that is completely unbleethed. This situation calls for an octopus shaped jelly dong, a pint of Astroglide, and an ounce of blow.
@ Medusa Oblongata
Ya gotta have coffee! I gave every other drug in the known universe the flick some time ago, but no coffee? Oh, come now…
You know who runs Butt-pee town. DarkSock. DarkSock runs Butt-pee Town.
And pig shit runs DarkSock.
Why, no, that’s not a gun in my shorts, I am happy to see you! ladies!
Second and third from left, please!
18 wonderful boobies.
That’s all that’s needs to be said.
Nibblin’ on ass pear,
Hotts with their butts bare;
All of those rump roasts covered with pee.
Strokin my thick thing on my front porch swing.
See that horse
He’s backing it up for me.
Up to my nuts again in Asspearpeeinville,
Searchin’ for my lost Viagra pills.
Some hotties claim that there’s a douchebag to blame,
But we know, it’s DarkSock who fills.
I got Ms Sock one o them Kuerig things where you brew a fresh cup each time then toss the little thingie. She used it once, but it’s relaunched my coffee binging. I got a 100 pack of the “NYC cab driver crack-laced expresso” and crank down 5 on the commute to work. Which is 2 blocks away. I’m a freak. A FREAK. A COFFEE FREAK. I call my special blend I make at work “Pig Shit”: you start the brew, but only use the first half of what comes out, which contains 90% of the bean mojo. Discard the rest of the drippings. We call this act “mud stealing”. Then, instead of sugar, dump a powdered cappuccino espresso packet into an oversized mug, along with three Earl Grey black tea backs. Pour, steep, then spend the next hour shaking like a Mexican Space Shuttle.
From left to right: No, Yes, Yes, Oh Hell Yes, Yes (nice absicles – Like popsicles, but better to lick), no, Motorboat, yes.
Just look at all them firm young Boattocks
We have one of those Keureg coffee makers in our office. It I wanted 5-7 ounces of tepid brown water with a hint of hazelnut I’d take my coffee mug into the bathroom with me while I’m having my morning consitutional.
Keureg – Keurig. Damn shaking hands.
you have to buy the skanga coffee packets
I think half of these ladies are sucking in their bellies for the shot. Second from right needn’t bother; and didn’t. And by shot, I mean some of my special spf 450 sweatproof sunblock.
DarkSock meets up with Waldo only moments after the fine young hotties had scampered back to their bungalows.
Even the worst of these would still be a pleasure to schtoink. The best of these, I wouldn’t even make it 5 seconds. The finest amongst them are the blondes, which is a little odd for me since I generally prefer brunettes. Oh, hell, each of them gets a fap, just to be fair.
nice blueberries
@ Tall Guy–indeed. I treat my coffee like I once treated my weed–it gets to the point where I become immune and need to take a “drug holiday”. I’d take a few days off, let things clear out, and then found I could start again at a lower dose with less and get a terrific high. I too have given all intoxicants the boot, even cigarettes. It’s been 13 years now, so I think I’m well justified in my abuse of java. However, it just gets to where it does nothing for me but give me grave intestinal distress and a headache in the morning. So two days off the stuff, megadoses of Green tea to keep the caffeine levels up (also whitens your teeth, doncha know) and then I’m ready to get back to abusin’ business. Aaaaah…my head is swimming and I’m about to break into a chorus of “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah” after this last cup.
Damn it…..you said there’s a “Waldo” in there and I simply cannot find him.
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I like puzzles.
good lord check out the abs on the chick in the orange…..I’m in love, think she likes guys with beer guts??
I like the blonde with the blue top and the big, uhh, big sunglasses.
Don’t tell me she’s thick. I like ’em thick. She’s turning me into a motorboatin’ SOB.
Where do I sign up for the three hour tour?
Is this the crew from buttaface chi omega
Pinky is pretty weak as alphaho
A hott for every day of the week, and 2 on Sunday…nice…Waldo and URC are interchangeable in this pic
We may also note that Yolanda the right blnode-a is significantly mammacious too.
hey DB1 did you just single out Paula from the hott squad? i thought you prefer brunettes, damnit.
then again, though, tall timber branch Patty in the blue top works well for me too.
shakin like a mexican space shuttle….
bwahahaha! thanks for that DS
ahh yes back to the gaggle of boobies,
if i were a polygamyst this group would suit me fine.
oh yeah blondie on the right would feed my babies
I want to be the baby to these womens milk producers. suck suck suck suck
Then with a yank, a gasp and the mad pattering of fleeing bare feet, the girls realized one of their own had just become a victim of Lance Dartworth: Tampon Thief.
I see one tiny pop-up head among the pop-tarts’ heads, and several sets of breasteses, especially those melons second from the right.
For fuck’s sake! Did everyone forget what a woman is? These girls are mediocre, period! The only girl worth mentioning this week was friday’s Naomi! She is class! She makes these others disappear!
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Fuck, what a world full of sad people who can’t distinguish fuck from buck. I am beginning to despise everything american INCLUDING this site. It was fun.
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Btw, America is gone by 2020 or something due to the consequences of attacking Iran…probably earlier. There’s nothing good in there! Not even women. What a release it will be.
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Fuck off everyone.