Thursday, March 17, 2011
Some Days You Just Gotta Pin a Dress to your Tighty Whities
And try to talk the Ubergnaw Southern Sue into taking a ride on what Tad calls his “Own Private General Lee.”
And try to talk the Ubergnaw Southern Sue into taking a ride on what Tad calls his “Own Private General Lee.”
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It’s a rare case of the douche who is paid to pose. That doesn’t make it any less wretch inducing. This cloud has silver lining though: If Sue is paying for photographic evidence of her low self esteem and desperation, I bet a dollar I could get her drunk and blow me in the men’s room.
Mr. Beckham? Mr. Beckham? Please return your penis to the men’s department. Mrs. Posh has found your vagina.
They’ll be the most popular couple on the next season of “16 and Pregnant.”
In spite of years of therapy, Wayne was only able to partially suppress his cross-dressing urges.
Sue, I’d like to introduce you to ‘Boss Hogg’!
Just got an email from Reverend Chad. He will be back from wife imposed exile for Haiku if he’s not too drunk. He’s cooking whiskey-braised everything for his St.Patrick’s Day bash. Get drunk and shit green. Son.
Male stripper == autodouche? or is there a performance art exemption?
@Bag A 7:44–It looks like the dude in the tablecloth-inspired shirt is already introducing his “Boss Hog” to the douche’s man “Cooter”
Tad was never good at none of that there book learnin’ or nuthin’ so it didn’t surprise anybody at Jimbo’s Fatback BBQ Palace when he bedazzled one of the tablecloths directly to his uniform, God bless his heart, because he couldn’t read the directions.
It really doesn’t get disturbing at Jimbo’s Fatback BBQ Palace until he starts prancing around and singing this.
@Darth: I think there’s a line with male strippers. A certain amount of douchedom comes with the job, that can’t be avoided. But there’s a line you can cross where even any professional exemption is thereafter nulled.
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Ubergnaw Southern Sue is whom jean shorts are made for. Unless you have legs and an ass like that, you are NOT allowed to wear them.
Ubergnaw Sue’s jean shorts are a little bit high waisted. That’s “little bit” in the same sense that Stephen Tyler is looking a “little bit” more like a male lesbian every day.
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What gives? Shorts like that should be 3 inches from waist to leg opening. Max. It should be the law. I think there’s a freshman 15 hiding behind a stretch panel.
I’d like to set sail on the U.S.S. Li’l Brunette Firmboobies! Wow, what a cutie pie! I’ll bet she’s about 5’1″ in her clogs…..mmmmm…..
What…kind of Wood …doesn’t……..float?
Why that would be Natalie Wood.
she is so innocent…
he is so douche…
Did they exchange skirts?
I have no idea what’s going on here so I’m gonna say fuck it. It’s tourney time let the upsets begin.
@Et Tu Douche?, 8:46 a.m. –
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It’s the best time of year: March Madness is underway, spring training is in session, and hell, it’s almost springtime! And that means hotties will be wearing less and less…..
Strawberry Shortcake called, she wants her dress back. Earth to douchebag, you’re wearing underoos and half of a dress. Is this how you envisioned this career in “entertainment” going?
@McCrudeshoes, I’ll take that bet and pay you with the one I steal from this tool’s G-string.
isn’t it eric bana?! oO
if not i would like to call him eric banana instead!
@ Whezzer,
Amen brother!!!
Super Hero Orange Dress,only saves maidens that are badly dressed.
HALL OF HOTT?!?!?!
Wow. I never thought I’d see a faux-kilt as an addouchrement.
Those frilly square dance skirts, and the people who wear them, have fallen to a new level of tacky.
The winner of the party “male slave auction” could hardly wait to dress up her catch in the petticoat he deserved.
Southern Gay Pride celebrates the bullfighting season with the appropriate
a) toreador
b) picador
c) matador
d) flora-dora
attire.
Southern Belles…can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.
Ruffles and Flourishes, the dance version.