Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Betsy and Bobby and What Angie Doesn’t Know
Betsy knows she should know better than to date another guy like Bobby.
And her bestie, Angie (not pictured), also knows that Betsy should know better than to date another guy like Bobby.
But Angie doesn’t know that Betsy knows that Angie knows that she should know better than to date another guy like Bobby.
So when Betsy dates a guy like Bobby it’s actually because Angie doesn’t know that Betsy knows that Angie knows that Betsy should know better than to date a guy like Bobby.
And that’s how Betsy got Angie back for borrowing her lip gloss and not returning it at Thirty One Flavors last night.
UP FROM THE 36 CHAMBERS!!!!!
this was fantastic.
What DB1 wrote there is the reason 90% of my friends are men. Yeah. They really do talk that way.
Boobies and Crosses. What better way to get closer to Jesus? Maybe having your ham bone betwixt them. That way you can call out and let Jesus know you’re coming.
the fact that those funbags are rubbing his thoracic cage will haunt me forever.
It’s wrong I tell you. Wrong…wrong…wrong…
Thanks, I needed that.
Bobby has taken Betsy to the Mickey D’s under the interstate. What a classy guy.
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And Boobies.
I think we’ve seen this douche Before.
Reminds me of that song by Lustra: “Scotty Doesn’t Know” from Eurotrip.
Did anyone notice the crown of plants growing out of his head and the aura around him? If he isn’t a Chia he must be the Holy Jebus and she the Mary Steenbergen. Son. What?
Sounds like another soap opera of douche to me.
I’d tickle her Rosaries.
Boobies.
Shrub-fro
It has all become so clear now. Douche-dating is all about petty rivalry taken to its logical extreme, with all the hideous consequences that entail therein.
And yes, as Luis Douchuel said, boobs indeed. We need a close-up of those puppies……
In a Betsy Vs. Angie fight, always bet on Betsy. I hate girl drama worse than I hate the douches. Girls like that are perpetual emotion machines that give females in general a bad rap. We’re not all like Betsy and Angie thank Jebus.
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And All Day I Dream About Sucker punching the douche pictured here. That and Sex.
Yeah, this guy looks like a fun time. Check his wrist for a pulse.
Are they in heaven?
Tendon Ted’s Lil nephew Ballsac Bobby
Betsy has nice Boobies, “F” Bobby, for he is a Douche.
With any lick, that douchebag will continue to disappear, like in Back To The Future.
Click on the photo for an enlargement of her breatseses.
Dear Bobby,
Just because the boss yells at you for bringing back the wonton soup instead of the egg drop soup, that’s no reason for getting a tattoo with his order.
Sincerely,
Charles Nels..
Ah, who am I kidding? Like this yutz has a job where he’d be trusted with food, money or plastic bags.
OMG ROFL ^_^
The ghost of Pumpy slowly drew it’s glow across the pool behind the unsuspecting duo as the photo was snapped. The scene of carnage left behind was not unlike the toss out bin in a slaughterhouse as the twisted remains floated in a puddle of their shared blood. The coroner shook his head and requested mops and buckets with his handheld radio
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Well, that’s what I wish had happened
neither Betsy nor Angie know.
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that was all i could process.
Angie is way hotter than Betsy.
Yes ma’ammary.
Under those glasses, I’ll bet he’s got the thousand yard stare.
Like he just cut a thousand yards.
Wait, Wait. Boobs? Yeah boobs….ahhhh
Usually the douchebags here have pointy heads and fwappy or overworked abdominals, but Bobby here has a pointy abdomen and a fwappy head of green curls.
At least the hotchick is normal for our descriptive type and by normal, I mean enormal boobs.
We don’t pee in your pool, so please don’t crap in our ashtray.
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Wait…
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We just peed in your pool; can we swim in your toilet?
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Wait…
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We just shit on your stove; want to go for a swim?
Happy Birthday to Elizabeth Banks…..
Also unbeknownst to Angie, Betsy took a surreptitious dump on the driver’s seat of her brand new Camry. The corn-kernel laced stool lay festering on the leather seat in the plus ninety-degree heat, it’s pungent odor building in intensity throughout the day.
Angie was puzzled, when at about two o’clock in the afternoon she received an anonymous text which stated simply, “Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge !”
I bet it burns a little when she pees.
This reminds me of some recent words of wisdom I heard: “I took a poop in my bed so I put it on the TV.”
you lost me .. who forgot to give what back?
ah forget it… boobies
What better way to get closer to Jesus? Perhaps your ham bone between them. This way, you can dial a number and let Jesus know you’re coming.