Saturday, June 18, 2011
Comment of the Week: Edith Anne Tarbox of Dripping Springs Tx
The coveted Comment of the Week goes to Edith Anne Tarbox of Dripping Springs Tx (aka Euripidouche) and appeared in the Arnie the Hipster Load thread:
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i really really hate hipster bags more than i hate waking up naked in a flop house, smelling of aqua velva, alone, with no clothes, and having to go ask the group of old men huddled around the decrepit tv in the shabby common room if any of them remember how i got there, or where i might find my clothes, and also, trying to figure out who in the room wears aqua velva while trying to be subtle about it.
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Well done Edith Anne. And to go with your comment, I figured the second Little Caesar pic, in all its hottie/douchey wrongness, deserved some mainpage attention.
Word!
Either a crane is holding her up by her arm, or she’s found a way to defy physics!
@Spammer,
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You’re targeting the wrong audience, amigo. Boner’s aren’t the issue here (unless you’re Plinky).
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We’d like some links to cheap Xanax and Thorazine when you get a chance. Maybe duty free Knob Creek?
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Kthxbye!
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Yeomen.
Damn, I didn’t notice her leopard shoes before. Even I got distracted by the freaky mamms.
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Edith you are a joy to read. If I’m ever in Dripping Springs, Texas yours will be the first flop house I hit up.
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@Boner pills. Perhaps you would have better luck over at CatFancy.com. We’ve got FuckingMachines here so we’re set.
Xian Mai has been accused of grand larceny in the cantalope patch…she’s smuggling out a buschel
Somehow I don’t think I’d trust my boner to “cheap Viagra.” It would be like going to a dentist who works out of the back of a van in a strip mall parking lot.
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Cease and desist spammer, or we’ll tell DarkSock on you and he’ll let loose the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword.
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His Truth is marching on!
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Glory,Glory Hallelujah
The lady (boy) and the chump!
Edith A. Tarbox, I couldn’t agree more. What I also hate is waking up in such a flophouse and one of the group of old men huddled around the decrepit tv in the shabby common room asks “Y’got muh Cheeze Whiz™, boy?”, as if I had time during my extended debauchery to duck into a Winn Dixie and get a can of American Cheese flavor….puh-leeeze.
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Goody Proctor.
I’m pretty sure blondie there can cure any pain or boner issues I might have…
He worked his way through the dank swamp, driven by hunger and his universal disdain for reason and order. The Asylum held him no longer, he gnawed through straight jacket and iron bars, chicken wire and institutional cleansing, he was free to finally pursue that which had filled his tortured mind with a steadily gaining momentum, fed by consummate dysfunction and amplified depravity.
He halted momentarily, strained ears tuning in to the disjointed, garbled frequencies which had tortured him since early childhood, but were now becoming crystalline, an enticing siren song beckoning him toward Glory. He stopped again, his receptors detecting the plaintive strains of Brenda Lee, “Comin’ on Strong” through the static and darkness, and ahead the isolated farm house’s porch light glimmered through the Spanish moss and vegetation. The night owls peered down from lofty places, looking on with detached bemusement.
Crawling on hands and knees the last ten yards, mud oozing up through stubby fingers, viscous drool forming on trembling lips, excited genitals coursing with the blood of Lucifer, when there on the veranda the object of his quest finally came into view.
Porch Beef! Grade A jumbo Asian Porch Beef dancing under the porch light like an angelic vision.
His grip tightened on the sharpened meat cleaver, he licked his lips, gathered his legs beneath him cat-like, and prepared to pounce and devour.
@Hermit
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Sounds about as gleeful as the birthday party for a four year old ingrate screaming female who is alledgedly my daughter I just hosted and threw my inlaws out of.
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Valedictorians
This picture can only be taken in a place that you’d need a Stargate to get to.
this broad will never be able to go topless…or braless for that matter…in fact she needs a hammock with suspension cables to lather up those wildebeest in the shower
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the scrawny scroat should be deemed ‘Lord of the Fleas’
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props to Dripping Springs…Tarbox is no doubt the fuuniest, uhm, thing in that rural hamlet
RIP Clarence Clemmons
…now go & jam with Bird & Coletrain, Big Man
Tarbox.
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mah niggaz
holy shitstains batman! We’ve been bombed by a spamtard! Pull the mizzenmast and stable the cables me maties! I detect a mass deletion on the horizon!
Oh, and Tarbox – you funny.
Uncle DarkSock?
Happy Fathers Day to yinz who have kids.
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Daddy-O’s
Et Tu Douche? is from Pittsburgh?
holy douchenozzle! We been bombed again by a spamtard!
i haven’t seen this many ads for boner pills since keith urban’s tour bus stopped outside Eustis’ travel center, one night I was working a double, and I got invited on board.
longhorns
oh that was supposed to be me thanking everyone, i got to thinking about keith urban and longhorns and forgot my manners, it wasn’t the first time.
How man iterations of corruption have passed since Johnny Rotten to get to this pic?
uuuuhhhhh yeah. BONER!!!
Shame about the ungodly mams, as she has a great lower carriage!