Monday, June 13, 2011
Dubai ‘Bag Laughs at You
Remember kids:
Every time you fill up your car with gasoline, you help another greasy Dubai douchebag order overpriced bottle service for the ladies.
Go electric.
It’s not just about the environment.
It’s about defunding douchebag nightlife.
This P.S.A. brought to you by Partnership For a Douchebag Free Environment (PFDFE). (Pronounced “Pufadefe”)
Oilbag.
That clip blew my mind. I need my 77′ Dodge Tradesman window van back now.
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Emeribag.
That creepy little sandurchin in the background is about to do some cockblockin…
Bomb-bag.
Suicide Backpack Bag.
Dubai Douchebag covets the American way of life (or maybe Canadian, it’s hard to tell, and they have better strip clubs). Without the shades, it’s all, “keep ladies covered, disdain alcohol, and follow the path righteousness!” But put on shades, and it’s all “gimme some plasticized bimbos, a gallon sized cosmo, and an extra rare bacon cheeseburger.”
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Actually, meh… I’m letting him off with just warning for the hand sign. And hott on the right gets off with just a stern spanking on her luscious bubble butt.
Agree with DMC, pass on cool shades Abdul. I would like to take the 2 blondes and Saddam their husseins…
Just wait till he takes the hotts back home. And they have to wear burkas and keep their traps shut…
Sand-Bag?
Sand-Baggery?
don’t you just love ruskie hooks?
Everytime you fill your tank, you help some Dubai douchebag build another mile high architectural monstrosity thats just a huge sign saying “I have a very small penis.”
Newsflash Dubai’ Bag it is I that am laughing at you. Your fruity girl drink your inability to throw up a proper rocker horns and your creepy little buddy in the background ared grounds for my chuckles. Ladies, carry on with your drumming up business for this sharty ass club.
bagji probably has a part time job at the fingernail factory sweeping up the remnants!
The trouble with electric cars is my penis is small enough without driving around in something that immediately advertises that fact. Thus, will I not endorse anything less large than a 42′ Chrysler New Yorker, circa 1977, upholstered in rich, Corinthian leather.
Signed,
http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/files/2009/01/khan.jpg
My brown 77 New Yorker was in fact 41.5′. IT was the minivan for the late 70’s early 80’s. I inherited it in 1986 and ran with it for a few . It could easily seat 16 and the change room was quite accomodating. I installed a wet bar to refresh the ladies, In the rear seat, four early twenties threesomes could make sweet love in the comfort of a crushed velour seat or the hot tub. We used to go skiing a lot and boy was that car handy with it’s in-dash ski locker. Trunkspace abounded with room for 8 on the way into the county drive-in and a full-sized 28″ tire. Gerbils used to accompany us on our trips and the axle humo provided ample pasture for the rodents to play. the rear seats were so far from the front that I could lie down and bang a chick without my parents noticing in broad daylight. The 8 track stereo with the classic ramblings of Freddy Fender and the Permanent Waves were baffling in their attempted surround sound. Gonna be some game tonight. Boston really has a hate on for the Canucks man. Is’a get more stones and get the party rolling. It’s coming back. The Holy Grail is in the Garden. The Canucks are stardust, they are golden, they are billion year old carbon and they got to get themselves out of the Garden. Man. Son.
it is with heavy colon that i join the mock this evening having just learned of the passing of anal cunt vocalist seth putnam.
tip your silicone lube in his memory.
I drive a Prius, use a reel mower (human powered), and an electric weed whacker. My house is powered by electricity from a coal-fired plant, using domestic coal. So I’m doing my part to starve the Oilbags. You’re welcome.
BTW, those are Western hotts. Too bad there are no Middle Eastern hotts in the pic; they are some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
the canucks are getting shelled. kidisan
How can you tell? They’re all wearin’ burkhas.
I leave my truck idling all night with the air conditioner on so the cab’s cold when I get in it the next morning. My lawn is mowed by alpacas and goats until mid-July when I spray the whole yard with diesel fuel and Roundup so I can go on vacation without the grass getting out of control.
They found fourteen pounds of undigested pasta and masonry sand in Luongo’s third stomach in the dressing room between the first and second periods.
Bruins will go on to score twelve goals tonight, then go back to Vancouver and get blanked.
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Canucks in seven………..
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@Hermit, I thought your lawn was mowed by The Machine.
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Chief.
Interesting prediction Hermit. I say Bruins crack the Canuck code and send Bahston to Glory in seven.
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Guy.
Fuck it, I’m walking everywhere.
@soy bomb, I would tend to agree with your pediction. But what do I know?
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Boss.
@ Soy Bomb,
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I’ll give my final prediction late Wednesday evening.
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@Nancy,
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The Machine will only trim my hedges, (it’s a union thing)
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Ace
Them Canucks suck monkey taint in Boston. So I roll another sleeper to get me through. Champ.
I’m gonna go ahead and be one of those jagoffs who says Bruins all the way. Jinxes be damned!
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Sports Fans.
wow, slow day. Same post is still up at almost 11 as when I got from rolling my own lunch earlier. 2 whole posts? Bring back the Sock!
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Captain.
F this guy – I’m converting my car to run on methanol and building a still in the backyard. Time for pyrolysis of the garbage and steam-methane reaction.
And then take this a-hole’s two whores and DRILL BABY DRILL!
I’m hoarse and have pulled a left nut muscle yelling at the post-whistle cheap shot asshole moves of the fuccen Canucks.
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My SoCal neighbors, that of course are right on top of me hearing the non-stop peppery shouts flying out my back door, are absolutely clueless to the spectacle of the ‘Cup chase as they were doing the same thing during the recent Lakers games. Tells me they are roundball fans and know-nothing hacks when it comes to sports. And foreign
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Bitch
Pfah?
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I’m starting to get scared.
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Vin: Biloxi has an ice hockey team, the Fuck Politically Correct name of The SURGE (no, fuck YOU, Hurricane Katrina). I think it’s a few notches below whatever that shit you guys are going on about. A grateful client set us up at a corner suite right against the plexiglass and plied us with Crown and hot wings all night. None of us knew what was going on. We said we’d sober up during 4th period; apparently there wasn’t one and we were turned loose drunk as cooter brown. The slyest of us asked, and got, to drive the zamboni. it was like an ice lawn mower.
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There were several fights; we saw blood, and several faces pressed against our plexi.
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No one explained the game to us but as far as I can tell, there’s some dude squatting in front of a goal with a net. His face is armored, as is his chest, legs are arms; everything save for a 1″ slot at his adam’s apple.
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I believe the goal of the game is for everyone to slap the puck into that 1″ unprotected throat area, and from time to time start fights that look like drunken bar fights with the assailants wearing suma wrestling fat suits..
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In short, We in Biloxi wholly support and approve of this game.
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I think it would be better with a scoring system, and perhaps the aforementioned 4th quarter or period or whatever. But you pasty fucks seem to have it down so by all means carry on.
I can shoot a ‘puck’ outta my asshole with great velocity
It’s the variances of price I find annoying out here in Australia. Tonight in a distance of less than one kilometre I noticed one garage selling petrol at AUD$1.23 per litre compared to another selling it for AUD$1.48 per litre. All so some idiotic baldy can entertain bleeths.
ohh, blondies! mmm, how sad to see you with Spock of Iraq and his “live wrong and prosper” hand sign.
Ironically, making duck lips don’t make girls want to kiss you, Du-guy in the back.
I feel sorry for the palm trees in this photo. Greasy palms.
Go ‘lectrick!
I am reliably informed that the Arabs are pouring billions of dollars into Canada as their elites get ready to flee the sinking ship; once the food and water riots (and wars) start in the Middle East they’d rather be smoking joints and chasing poon in Yorkville than hunkered down in a fortified compound in a desert hoping their subjects and former employees aren’t going to break through the wall. I welcome as many rich Arab douchebags into Canada as are willing to come; they bring their money to invest and leave their religion behind. And, as has already been mentioned, many of their women are stunningly beautiful.
One of the cool things about hockey are the puckbunnies who like it in the five-hole. Luongo is a punk!!!!!
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Numbnuts.
^The five-hole? Is that my left or right nostril. Thank Allah I’m not a puck bunnie.
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Chumps
@ Tall Guy: What’s a “liter”?
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Here in the States we buy petrol by the Hectare. I think.
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I think I’m getting dumber as I get older. But how could I know?
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Today’s me birthday; my band has agreed to try and learn Faith No More’s “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies” for me at tomorrow night’s jam session; very appropriate for my birthday:
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“Don’t you look so surprised;
Happy birthday…FUCKER!
And when you blow that candle out,
We’re gonna kick you…KICK YOU!”
Yo DarkSock, MB, I misspelt litre, maybe. Anyway, 1 litre = 0.264172052 US gallons.
Sometimes we buy our petrol here by the acre, but buying it by the hectare is fairly advanced.
Happy Birthday you old bastard!