Monday, January 17, 2011
The “Lifestyle” Takes Its Toll
On stupid stogie smoking mandana douchebags and former boobie hottie suckle thighs, lost to the ways of Bleeth, alike.
The price is paid at all ends.
And by ends, I mean bungspew.
EGHAD! may god have mercy on us all…
This gritty reboot of ‘BJ and the Bear’ is strange.
In two weeks, someone will notice a very bad smell behind the First Church of Crustification over on Wastch and Fifth.
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That’s where they’ll find her legs.
DB1, Have we offended you in some way? Are my eyes deceiving me or just burnt out of their sockets from white trash snow-blindness? These has been hotts are nott! To coin a phrase from good ole’ Wendy Hot, “Where’s the Hott?”
I see the buns but the cow is dead!
Just a warning… DB1, but if you post again today w/o the hott, I live near Atlanta, GA, “come find me and hurtle a fist towards your face!!!”
Middle “blonde” appears to have had some plastic surgery of some kind.
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On her boobs, too.
Donnie, uhhhhh, Hasselhoff capitalizes on his (ahem) ‘uncle’s’ fame in a Berlin nightclub to land some drunken frauleins.
Boobs.
let’s see, print headband, screenprint with some weird arrow stripes T, & fruity plaid pattern shorts… this guy was dressed by retahds (thnx White)… no wonder udder blonde is about to ralph
I like a fine cigar with the occasional martini. However, I have never, even once, felt compelled to strap on a mandanna prior to sparking a Montecristo.
And not even the strongest martini one could imagine would overcome the feelings of distaste the lass on his immediate right would engender.
Dear God, woman, buy a mirror. Look at it before you go out. And sober up, for fuck’s sake.
It’s very sad to see aging, greying, douchebags and bleeths. Was this photo snapped at the Richard Greico Home for Warn Out Bleeths and Douches?
A mix of washed up porn stars, cocaine and a 36 hour bender is written all over this picture.
Like the plant on the right, this woman appears to be suffering from the slow, inevitable process of expiration. The plant may be saved if it is quickly re-potted and the leaves are trimmed.
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The bleeth however, is a little too far gone.
This would make a great public service announcement poster.
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This is your face. This is your face after countless years of being a bag.
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Ok a writer I am not. But you get the idea.
I’m pretty sure the next couple of picts are of her hurling her stomach contents at the photographer.
His mandana is dual purpose, nobody other than Brett Michaels over 45 should be doing this. Get hairplugs to cover the receding forehead and find another cowpig who doesn’t need her meth stashed on your head.
Damn; her right boob is passed out.
Just a guess, but I’m thinking this isn’t her first party.
“The last time I saw a mouth like that it had a hook in it.”
Al Czervik
The biggest travesty in this pic is the blonde on the left. She didn’t have the balls or the love to say to her friend, “Honey, you look like shit.” She just smiled, secure in the knowledge that she was the better looking/more put together/smarter of the duo and rocked it. You selfish bitch!!!
she’s making the queef sound with her mouth…son
later as Jimbo took off with MiMi, he gave LeeAnne to the valets as a tip
Lorelei confided to Buck,”I can moisten the the tip of that stogie in my ‘humidor’, I used to do it for Bill all the time, hon”
plastic surgery has successfully failed
Poor plastic bleeth. Too many roofies.
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She never should have let Stogie-Stench fetch her drink.
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That’s his idea of foreplay.
Actually that’s Vegas showman and pudwank hypnotist, the Great Mandana. With the help of his lovely assistant, Rupheena, he has hypnotized the suckle thigh so that she orgasms every time he puts his cigar out on her tramp stamp.
I haven’t seen lips like that since “The Incredible Mister Limpet”. Coincidence? I think not.
Rupheena, heh heh
She’s so Bleethed-out even her left boob is trying to escape.
Reminds me of an old black and white film star… what was the name again?..?…? ….oh ya, the creature from the black lagoon!
John Mandanabananadna regrets turning in the 50 box tops off of his 50 cent cigars so that he could “win a major prize”. Shoulda marked “return to sender” on it big guy.
eat a slice of pizza while you work on your computer. spend your weekends watching television munching on chips. To top it all, you fear the word exercise.