Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Douche Feet
Some Tuesdays, ya just gotta mock the douche feet.
Some Tuesdays, ya just gotta mock the douche feet.
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What the hell was that text at the beginning? Were those supposed to be opening credits? Were they trying to use the Cyrillic alphabet or Hebrew or what the hell? Was that even supposed to be decipherable in any way? There’s so many questions brought to mind with that pidgin whatever the fuck the makers of this film used to open this clusterfuck of a video.
White people, more particularly white people in white pants, and more particularly still, young white dudes in white (or any other colored) pants, should not dance. Period.
How do I know these dudes are white?
Is there any doubt?
And is there any doubt they are douche?
I rest my case.
Just check out David….and Robert.
Then be prepared to put out a cigarette in your own eye.
Dudes shouldn’t dance with other dudes.
Goddamn it! What day is this? What the hell just happened?
They should join that Six Flags guy.
I know what the point of the site is and I know I’m inviting a beatdown here, but come on — is this really so bad?
Whether or not you appreciate the style of dance going on here, you have to admit that it took practice and effort to develop the skill to do that. So they found something they were interested in and worked at it a bit. We all probably have something we like that another group of people would find reason to mock.
So they put it on the internet and used a bad font, which makes them…what? Douche bags? Seems like they’re just having a little fun.
No doubt there are plenty of real douches on this site whose vanity and disregard for decency is offensive, and should be mocked. But I don’t think that’s what’s going on here — just a few kids having some fun.
Think we need to give them a break.
Ya Steve E, if that is really your name. I dont like the little dance but hell, it is one good way to get the three pounds of Jew food moving into the toilet where all gafilte fish begin their quest to reach adulthood when hatched from my nethers and in one year will return to be chopped and congealed into another stinky mess of passover nonsense. And fuck I hate the Jewish holidays. How did I get tricked into marrying a Jew who didnt know she was a Jew until after I married her. I like easter. Simple old holiday, chocolate and ham, thats all the fuck I need other than a few doobs, a cool buzz, and a little bit of schizzle with my grunk juice on yo. Maybe a little of the sexy chicks on the side yo with a double order of fried chicken my brother. Easter bunnies are fluffy and erotic in an erotic kind of furry sexy way like the mold of Nancy Dreuches proplapsed vagina all kind of gooey and smelly and lonely but in a good way in the way of sort that King Midas laid out before us before he finally touched himself and ejaculated on his monkey who was forncating with his daughters wooded dildon. Wow. Anyway. I never liked that Van Johnson from the old westerns he was never as manly as The Duke that big dead old flamer liked Kim Darby but on the set of True Grit it was widely rumoured that he would rather hage Glen campbell as his lineman for the county. And that Tanya Tucker she is one wild old orgy loving cock totin cowpig. I think I need another doob to sleep. The oxy shakes are beating the booze. And then there was the time I was in New York and I met Gregory p. Where was I. Oh yeah Blazing Saddles is on tonight and they did some pretty fancy dancing in that show. Son.
So, when they mean they should be featured in “muscle magazines,” I am suspecting it is an implicit cry to be featured on Douche World Vision?
If you were to crop this video below the knees, it’s basically the same thing:
Just much douchier. Son.
…and some Tuesdays, you just can’t steel yourself well enough to click on a link to a frolic video. Someone else can jump on this grenade. I love myself too much.
Liberace just called… he wants his gayness back.
Okay, D-Ray might have been in-bred, unattractive and dancing in a high school gym to a banjo in 1972, but he was far cooler than these douches.
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Steve E. I have no intention of beating you down, but I do have to point out, there is very little talent or skill required to do that. Also, that is not a style of dancing–that is called footwork, and it is only one aspect of the activity we call dancing.
D-Ray looks like Harry Dean Stanton’s taller twin brother.
I also wonder if they can be sent through a minefield. Too many good dogs have been lost already, ya know.
I was going to give thee guys only a stage 2 douche diagnosis, for shooting an all male dance video in their parents driveway. However, I fast forwarded to the end of the video (no effing way I was gonna watch the whole thing) and the “we should be in muscle mags” segment to close the video offers undeniable proof that these guys are, without a doubt, douche to the core.
I could almost give these ass clowns a pass, because hey they are doing this in their mom’s garage while the neighbor takes out the trash. They aren’t out doing this on a city street, or the beach looking for props.
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BUT!
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When you make a statement that you should be in a muscle mag and show your “guns” you are an auto mega douche!
This is what they SHOULD be dancing:
I miss the good old days of “Ghost Ridin’ The Whip”; at least in that inane activity there was a healthy chance of the offending dumb asses running themselves over.
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THIS guy gets a nottadouche pass for ghost-riding his “whip” because he did it Big Dick Mississippi Style.
Just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean that “something” is actually of any value. Rush Limbaugh is good at talking…look where that gets us. The Feds are good at spending our money, hell they’re GREAT at dumping our cash, and that isn’t producing much of anything. Me, I’m good at fwapping, and one day I expect to hear from MTV after they review all the videos I keep sending them. Until that time, noone’s gonna see me tugging my root (Except for the Mrs. and Montreal Pleasure Girl “Whoot!” right back at you lady!) because, much like the footwork of that trio of unemployed and uneducated foam heads, my expertices doesn’t add up to a hill of beans.
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A small puddle of semen, yes. But a hill of beans? No, no it does not.
This kinda dancin’ is the metaphorical jive for what a dude would be doin’ in the honey-pot if he were a two-peckered billy-goat.
Son-Son.
Geez. They’re douches but I liked the footwork. Kind of like Melbourne shuffle.