Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Where’s Poindouchester?
Somewhere in this lineup of flexible suckle thigh woo giggles from the Dunder Mifflin office party, I’ve carefully hidden a Poindouchester.
Look closely.
Can you find his nerdy/douchey creepy/scary gender ambiguous and cat neutering paradoxical visage?
Creepiest pic on this site ever. I can’t mock, because I’m too ill from the creepiness of it.
Could you imagine sitting in on a conversation between these broads? It would be enough to make me bite down on the cyanide capsule I have hidden in my false tooth.
ah, yeah, uh, I’m going with the creepiest, scariest, carpetmucher ever. and yes there is something wrong with that.
Is he still a douche if he figures out how to sustain an antimatter reaction?
The Affliction t-shirt and tats aren’t fooling anybody, Nerdlinger. You camped out for tickets to see all the chapters of the Lord of the Rings series, didn’t you?
I don’t think that’s a dude…
You want creepier? I’ll give you creepier. Imagine Jed the Creepy Wankscrote and Poindouchester goin’ at it like this.
FACT: These six deserve each other.
I kinda like the tall blondie on the far right…..fwap.
Apparently Poindouchester is the greatest cunnilinguist in the history of cunnilingus. Man or woman. I mean him/her with that last sentence.
Whatever you do, don’t ask it to lift its shirt.
Uh…is this Four Prong’s Mom? Mom Prong? The apples adam does not fall far from the tree.
Drunken Eye of Coitus on the left. One hottie on the right. Waste of time in the middle.
Hermaphrodouche
I would spank naughty smile hott on the far left until her bottom glowed bright enough to read by. Then I would read by it.
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I wouldn’t let the rest wash the car next to my car. Truly whoever tossed out the net that snagged these bottom feeding lounge crabs is choking on demon kock in hell.
It’s Pat. It’s Jed. It’s time for death.
That Tim Curry can still pull the notts.
A) not a man
and
2) not a douche. Creepy, but not a douche.
nerdy/douchey creepy/scary gender ambiguous and cat neutering paradoxical visage – I believe DB1 was speaking about the alleged women in the picture.
Poindouchester = “Swirling Nerdish.”
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I believe his orientation can be questioned.
Looks like a bunch of trannies. More meat there than at the deli counter. Yuk!
No.
You morons
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That’s Feltchman Flickinbottom the creator and reigning World Champion of “Titty Wizzy Zipple Now I’m The Girl And You’re The Boy”
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P’fft
to find Poindouhcester would be to neuter your cat. or yourself, if you don’t have a cat.
It’s too late to cat-neuter, as the visual equivalent of cat-spray has already been dispersed when looking at that androgenous mammal third from the right….
and the other more obviously mammary-endowowed grinnin’ mammals. Woo’s hoarding all these pussy-cats anyway? Call in the ASPCA. Pronto.
Is this a signifier of the coming 2012 douchpocalypse.
A Mayan bag with shirt, medallion and tattoo straight from the writings on the walls of Chichen Itza.
Prepare yourselves with booze and weed for the end is nigh.
From the left, I see a lot to like in #1, 3 & 5.
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I’m a live, breathing, old man, and I’d happily fuck #2 or 4.
Upon further review, #4, not so ‘happily’. ‘Drunkenly’, certainly.
And before any of you homos tries t be funny, I’m not including Jimmy Fallon in my counting.
I’ve checked back on this pic several times to see if tall blonde on right’s dress has slipped any more.
^If by slipped you mean gestated.
I’d almost call him the Hotts’ “sassy gay friend” (many women have at least one) but for the Affliction shirt, which gays usually aren’t found in. Confusing!
“She’s a man, baby!”
Isn’t the blonde on the right the same chick that was with Tie Fighter? Same height, same smile.
I see a bunch of hotts, and one ugly-assed old woman. No douche in sight.
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Am I wrong?
Bat guano crazy-eyed Jennifer Anniston circa 1995 and her tranny BFFs out trolling in Reno for a kidney donor.
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“Found him!”
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er “Her??”
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ummm “We have a kidney”!
And the Hottest Hottie of the Year in Riverside goes tooooooo………………….
I must offer props to Melinda’s excellent taste in shiny gray leggings. Which I would strike a conversation about with her just so I could briefly fondle them, while she coyly chides me for being creepy. And then remind me about that party we were at five years down the line. And I would totally have forgotten by then.
Poindouchester looks like an Al Jaffee fold-in.
I see you coy, brunett, sexy secretary on the far left…can we escape to the cloak room & make copies?
I see 5 women and Yoko Ono, no dude anywhere?
That geek had his/ her lips done,or their wearing lipstick. The office tupperware party?
They’re wearing lipstick…
Truly whoever tossed out the net that snagged these bottom feeding lounge crabs is choking on devil kock in hell.