Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Vanilla Lice Buys a Boat
And discovers the power of boatbaggery to acquire a lineup of Lakepear.
Even his wacky sidekick, Jethro, is getting in on the action.
And by getting in on the action, I mean a part time shift at Bob’s Country Bunker. Where they got both kinds. Country, and western.
Mmm… polka pear. So firm. So confused and frustrated by the limitations of small town living.
I think we have made up for Friday’s “missing” ass pear.
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Um, yeah.
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Of course, we have assholes for each day of the week, though I wish Scroterday and Chunday were out of the picture. Otherwise, the work week never looked better.
Dear god, that lake eel is about to bite that asspear!
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Go on discovery channel, you have my attention.
And on “3” the girls let out the rest of their chili farts tearing off Moe’s remaining follicles as he arched his back in agony
More hot buns than a bakery!… and two jizz-filled douche-claires. My preference is the lightly salted dark pumpernickel buns.
That’s good Lakepear. As for the two boatchoads, Vanilla Lice is cold chillen and that tattooed little Asian kid makes me laugh everytime. Huh?
That’s two boat bags in a row. That’s so 2009. Makes me long for a good old GSR.
That boat appears to be powered by assoline. Or assholine, depending on how you look at.
Rollin, with my 5 boat hoes….
Got my hat to the side
so the douche can flo…
Looks like Kid Crock got a haircut, oh and Lakepear has my inner monologue lecherously working overtime.
Is that a Filipino piranha jumping on board?
WOWMOD?
I do in fact like this picture. Lakepear has me standing at attention. The two polesmokers are nothing but chumps who will spend all their money trying to get in their bikini bottoms only to find that they are nothing but cokkteases. I can tell by looking at their asses, yes it’s a gift.
Polka pear got my attention. And by attention, I mean dick hard.
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Nice Blues Brothers reference, btw.
Bob became increasingly worried about his decision to outfit his tour boat with flatulence propulsion; the only customer he’d gotten in a week was some guy named “Pfah” who kept lunging out of his lair under the pier.
Polka pear is indeed alluring. Her sister on the right isn’t too shabby either.
@Dark Sock,
That was funny, still chuckling
Is Tattoo Jethro hoping Polka-Dot Pear is going to drop a deuce in his mouth? He does look like a shit-eater.
Pink pear, on the far left, didn’t do a good job with her tuck as she could have. Looks like her beans are dropping.
“Cock check, please. Cock check, aisle 1.”
Damn longest pubic hair I ever saw on an asspear, far left. Must be somethin’ about that rear view that brings it out.
Vanilla Lice ought to reconsider wearing his ‘skin on his chest. It was probably just fine back on his cockk.
Maritime version of short arm inspection does it bass ackwards: five asspears await penetration by the Sergeant, er, Captain at Arms.
10 holes – no waiting!
Time to play “Turtle Head”…. Aqua Scrote here thinks that suitor # 4 may just have had a botched metoidioplasty.
being likened to the doucheyness of Vanilla Ice is no easy feat.
“Bob’s Country Bunker. Where they got both kinds. Country, and western.”
Nice. And I approve this message.
Oh, shit. Look down on the right there. Someone call Baron Von Goolo and tell him his Feejee Mermaid got loose again.
Wow. Some people have nice stereos on their boat, this dude has a calliope.
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Wait for it……
I love HCWDB….but this pic makes you seem like a jealous hater. This guy, without any hair gel or orangeness…..is just sitting with a boatload of ass behind him, and yet we need to hate because he is with girls 90% of us couldn’t get……Awesome! Sure I’ll catch slack, but it’s the truth.
If you had to post a pic of yourself along with your reply, there would be like 2 replies per pic.
@ Michael–a word, if I may.
1.The word you are looking for is “flack”, not “slack”.
2. I could have, and have had, some primo ass as pictured.
3. I’m not scared. Game, set, match, hammerhead.
@michael –
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Two things:
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1) Hat tilt
2) Bad tatts (one being a TRAMP STAMP!)
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Yep, they’re developing their pudigree.
Polka Pear FTW.
Douchebags take note. If you wanna make us jealous, send in more pics like this, and less 3rd grade noise.
Man, could you imagine what the organ solo in Inna Gadda Davida would sound like comin from that bunch of tooters?