Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Guy Who Flips Off Camera With Hot Chick Guy
It’s like that fortune I got at Bamboo House last night:
“Guy Who Flip Off Camera With Hottie Some Day Flip Hottie with Camera Off.”
They just don’t write fortunes like they used to.
All of the great minds who have spend countless hours of time, effort and scholarship in the pursuit of making the case that there is no God need not continue to exert themselves, for this picture does all of the work for them. There are many other, just as simple, illustrations that the idea of a benevolent God who looks over us, is folly. Would a benevolent God, a God who sits idly by while 42 kids a day get cancer, permit this kind of abomination? And even if there is a God, and God has allegedly made us in His image, would you want to commit to a God who might look like this douchebag or who answers prayers to score touchdowns, while ignoring the pleas of the ill and infirm? I have not suffered some personal calamity, other than the calamity of this picture and having to hear people praise God for every fuccen thing they do.
Flood The Club Dot Com.
.
Yes, please.
.
Horse urine, raw sewage and radioactive waste would be a great start.
You beat me to Madame M.O., I would add with the savage fury of the flooding that went down last month in Vermont, North Jersey.
^ I meant beat me to it
Flood the Club? Don’t mimd if I do. Now where does Mr. White keephis gallons of peeserves?
Looks like we are on the same page gang. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Flooding the club by emptying all the porta-lets after a weekend at the NOLA JazzFest would be a brilliant encore.
On an unrelated note…
These are my most recent unrequited HoH noms. I guess there;s something about sunlight reflecting off of soft, young boobies:
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/703/hohgals.jpg/
SHY? Club SHY? Micro minis. Push up bras. Orange skin. Ab reveal. Fist pumping. Yeah. Club SHY.
Swollen
Hemorrhoid
Yanker
Slippery
Hymen
Yodeller
Salty
Helmet
Yogurt
I hope Mr. Excitement here puts in a little more effort porking Ms. Jersey Shore Reject than he did posing for this pic.
I curse you finger-flipping douchebag. May the club be flooded with the foul and malodorous excrement of ten thousand rabbi’s honey badgers.
@Douchble Helix, I would use the term young with the one on the right. But the one on the left….not so much. Again, you are maestro at MS Paint. I’ve had a lot of HOH noms that haven’t got much play either, so I feel your pain mon ami. Keep a stiff upper lip in addition to well your stiff you know.
T’was a wiggah that dressed like the rest
And a hott with an attractive chest
They’re only posing
He won’t be hosing
‘Cause it’s cockks on which he’s obsessed
Flood the club with listeria-laced cantaloupes.
Dear god, this picture is rife
with Dbag promoting club life
but when it comes to the cookies
of good fortune and Snookies
“Open the barrel of ‘Stick with your wife‘”
flood da club with…….the stink of a thousand turds!
There once was a moronic turd.
Who could scarcely utter a word.
When attempting communication,
Through great concentration,
He could only manage to flip the bird.
Perfect
Remedy
For douche
@Mr. Scrotato Head – thanks for reminding us that sometimes (in haiku and life) less is more.
While we are on the topic of diseased melons, do you think this chicks got fake ones?
Swollen
Hambat
Yankers
If you can’t look happy to be seen with young Hayden Hilton, you are never going to be happy, and will probably die alone in hotel room with your underwear twisted around your throat and your dork in your fist.
Slimy
Hemorrhoid
Yeast
Sycophant
Humps
Y’all
while struggling to look legit
homey extends middle digit
wearing a stupid shirt
next to cutie who’s pert
he remains a white trash idgit
In a shirt that his homey’s said rocks,
And his hottey with bleached golden locks,
At the sight of the lense
Mid finger he extends
With a face frozen stiff by botox
I knew this fuccen choadstick looked familiar – it’s Bucky’s sidekick, or “He of the somewhat less than mad game/crazy skillz, yo.”
Wheezer proving once again that no one, and I mean no one, has the bloodhound smell-out-the-stink-that-is-douche nose that he has.
I am the MASTER!
Instead of praising god, is it cool if I praise DoucheyWalnutts instead? Huzzah!
Good lord DH. We don’t care who you want to five knuckle shuffle to. Why did you pick someone who reminds you of your mom’s bestie and your sister? A little incestuous of you isn’t it? Now go put the rope around your neck and play in the closet like a good little boy. And remember not to make any noise while you’re choking lest someone find you.
Yeah,you’re so cool,your sponsors should be valtrex.