Monday, January 24, 2011
Party Dad Marvin Relives His Youth
Marvin looks like he’s probably the nice kind of dad. The kind that took you for ice cream along with his son after soccer practice.
So what the hell is Marvin doing douching it up Vegas style in the pool with Gnaw Party Melinda? Bling, sunglasses and, worst of all, Michelob Ultra?
Marvin is Oldbag. The signifiers are unforgivable.
In fact I think Harold’s priest from “Harold and Maude” needs to make the final statement on this pic.
Take that bling off Oldbag. God hates you.
The dude on the left with the goatee looks just like a buddy of mine. Anyway, Marvin is old but clearly in good shape and unless my eyes deceive me she’s as old as him. Go Marvin!
Tri-vag on the left is smiling cause he just had diarrhea. My dog farted. Don’t feed salmon guts to your pets. She’s pretty. That Tony Dungy sure can pull some tail.
Time to retire that aluminum FleshLight Marvin, she’s into you, and probably smells better than the included free tube o’ lube.
Damn. Guess I gotta see Harold and Maude now.
Marvin is a good argument for junking both Social Security and Medicare.
I’m gonna give Marvin a pass….fukkah!
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take lithe Gina up to the room & bury the bone…son
Marvin, I don’t swim in your toilet, so please don’t Jesus bling in my pool.
Your hat better be the only thing you could find to protect you from the suns harmful rays because it is douchetastic. And if you got that Mich Ultra from Stackhouse’s Whobagapolooza 2010 so help me I will be forced to have Hector from the left of the pic pee in it instead of the pool where he is currently peeing.
Meanwhile, skulking in the background, the UniPooper slowly lowered his trunks off of his distended burrito-filled belly and stealthily shucked them below his rectal discharge threshold….these people were all about to get a life memory no therapist can erase…
I’m gonna give Party Dad Marvin a notta, with the caveat that he lose the hat, other then that I’m thinking he’s recently divorced from his first wife and having worked hard all his adult life building up his successful HVAC company is just blowing off some steam with Gnaw Party Melinda who also is recently divorced. Both are financially secure he from working hard and she from her divorce settlement. Neither of them are looking to get serious so they are just living in the moment. It’ll be short lived, a few months at the most, but I say go for it and have fun.
The worst thing is hat. WTF? Is it defective, or does he have some sort of cranial mutation?
^ It’s a Vegas pool. How would you be able to distinguish the poo from the Poo?
Another day at the flavoring vat inside the Coors Light bottling plant.
Douche Wood aged.
Bleethe-Womb aged.
Bleached Poon aged
Respectfully disagree. They are the same age, or close to it. Plastic surgery, bleach and pilates classes are the only difference.
NAD just last generation… needs to replace hat with SPF 85 or better. The bling is cool, but not in the pool!
“Nothing to see here, move along, move along” – Star Wars
Correction:
“These aren’t the droids we’re looking for… move along, move along” – Star Wars
Maynard James Keenan has seen better days. And so have we.
He may get a pass and a Mid-Life Douche exemption. I like the Seasoned Old Bag Hott, and would love to see more like her….
I’d almost give this Oldbag a “notta,” out of sympathy more than anything else–I have an AARP card of my own–and for the fact he’s successfully macking on women young enough to be his daughters. I’m around a lot of women that age when I’m out at the salsa clubs that range from pleasant-looking to drop-dead gorgeous and I sometimes wish I had this guy’s kind of luck (I did get to dance with the most gorgeous one of all on Friday–took me a while to pick up my jaw from the floor.)
BTW salsa clubs are nearly totally douchebag-free environments; that’s because you have to be real smart and quick on your feet to master the many salsa moves.
I can’t believe the leniency here. The only way this guy get’s a pass is if he is pretending to be douche. His hat is by a brand called “Skin Industries,” some kind of off-brand Ed Hardy knock-off. This is a fairly egregious sin on it’s own. Coupled with the gaudy silver cross and this guy’s a triple ‘bagger at least.
In about a minute the water turns green.
Get rid of the bling, replace the ball cap, sun glasses and beer with something normal and I’ll give you a nottadouche. But persist on the road you’re on, and the only destination is Scrotewood.
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Son.
And I’m going to be using the priest clip a lot more often.
What the hell is an accountant doing douching it up, anyway? He’s an accountant, right? He looks like an accountant.
He’s sorta a notta, but I’d serve him old straw tea and ginger pie anyway and see what happened next.
I’d stand up for PDM, right up until he speaks. Because I don’t stick to my guns in those situations. I stick to her guns.
Oh, my babe is way better then that, and anyways. I bet your all jealous that he gets to put his arm around her.
Thats my Dad and new step-mom
Please leave them alone. I have the house and private let to myself and her friend Jane.
I love my dad and new stepmom, yuo know what I mean