Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Martin, The Douchiest Slacker This Side of the Mississippi
Somewhere, a far way away in Mississippi, a trailer is missing its douchebag.
Somewhere, a far way away in Mississippi, a trailer is missing its douchebag.
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Harmless bagling. The real culprit is Uncle Tits in the background.
Wedgie’s onto something with the background shenanigans…Something’s going on between Uncle Tits and Mount Baldy in the background, and I believe it involves a horse, some pee and an Alabama Hot Pocket.
I can’t tell. Is Martin the ‘bag in the black hat, or the one in the sunglasses?
The “Yo, Holla at Me” hand signal is so passe that it barley warrants a chuckle from me. The Bleeth’s are for more annoying here. I’m more concerned/disturbed with the Uncle Tits and Mount Baldy scenario unfolding in the background.
Yeah, DS called it. But I think Mt. Baldy is substituting for the horse. But what do I know? He’s DS, son.
In sports, they refer to ‘your wheelhouse’. That.s a play of some sort that your skills are designed to really max out on. A pitch in a certain spot of the strike zone, a certain track for a certain NASCAR driver, 30 seconds left and Jordan has the ball…
Well, when it comes to large mammals being peed into, that’s DarkSock’s wheelhouse. He’s Reggie hitting 3 HRs on 3 pitches against the Dodgers, Larry Bird stealing the inbounds pass from Isiaah, John Elway screwing over the Cleveland Browns, all rolled into one.
I think what Blondie’s head is obscuring is the extreeemely rare half-reverse Chinese Fingercuff / Galloping Yoo-Hoo, in which Uncle’s butt pee mixes with Baldy’s butt dump into Secretariat’s esophagus, making a horse-belly chock full o’ milky brown liquid reminiscent of a delicious warm Yoo-Hoo (or Chocolate Soldier, depending on the region).
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Cut ‘er open and enjoy now!
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OK I made that up. I think Baldy’s simply farting onto Uncle Tit’s junk through a length of PVC pipe. You all know that drinking game, right?
On the other hand… when all’s you have is a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail.
What happens when you mix a Douche and a Slacker?
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Dockers?
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Damn you, ubiquitous Khaki Pants…you should have died in the 90’s…
That trailer is also missing two bleeths and a RevChad-load of meth. Should I alert the authorities or let this scenario work itself out?
Somewhere, a far way away in Mississippi, a trailer is missing its douchebag.…
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And a Waffle House is missing their breakfast crew
And an OB-GYN is billing the state for two more abortions
And a granpa is missing his Sunday-Go-To-Meeting hat
I’d give Blondie and/or brunette with the hat a go….just sayin’
This photo is a great illustration of how big sunglasses, hair in the face and a hat pulled down low cannot hide ugly.
That kid is the younger cousin of banjo boy from deliverance. What a difference an odd number of chromosones makes. Son.
Yes the background of this pic is where the main DBs are.
And Mammaw’s missing her Poly-Grip and a carton of Marlboro Red’s.
The auditions for back-up dancers for the Right Said Fred reunion tour were off to an inauspicious start.
Betty Jack’s divorce attorney’s slogan: “I’m like a tornado, ‘cuz someone’s ’bout to lose a trailer”.
Just read that those assholes at CERN trapped anti-matter for 16 minutes. Some news reports say 15 minutes, others say 17 minutes. (Fox reported that it was 18, due to big government and tax-and-spend Obama Socialism).
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Bottom line: It’s over, man. They better stop fucking with it; just one slip and it could all b
UNCLE TITS AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA Wedgie FTW.