Thursday, October 13, 2011
Straight Outta Bridgeport
Dawg!! Lets hit up the 7-11 and get some 5 Hour Energy shots and mix it with, like, some Mountain Dew, yo, and then go to Caleb’s house, cuz like I hear his moms is out of town, and we can play, like, Wii for like six hours straight, Dawg!!
If blondie showed up to my party, Wii would take on a whole new meaning…
Just noticed pointy douche has a Yankee hat on and bear claw (?) douche has a red sux hat on…I don’t like the scene…also, whose fist is that near blondie’s fly ball?
he is saying ” i suck the dick real hard”
this pic looks very Michigany.
Pretty good hat tilt going on Greenie there1
This scene smells like drive-thru and menthol.
I’m posin’ and shit
This scene smells like Roofies and Axe Body Spray.
This scene smells like self-loathing and morning-after regret.
This scene smells like chlymidia and lubricated condoms.
This scene smells like outside-the-pants third base and tummy sticks.
Pointer Douche and his fag bag yellow yankees hat makes me want to puke…. TO THE EXTREME, dawg!
Green Hat Douche reminds me of that one schmuck at a bar that won’t shut the Fuck up. The guy you hope slips in his own vomit at the end of the night and falls into a coma he will never recover from, just to see his mom on the news the next day talking about how he was such a nice boy and never did anything wrong his whole life…………except for being an outright douchebag since the day he was born. Kinda like being born under a bad sign except MUCH worse… TO THE EXTREME!!
Blondie appears to be my new hero. She’s got that fist clenched to pop the Yankmee fan in the back of the melon just after she finishes elbowing Jason Mewes’ little brother in his pigeon chest for coming within five feet of her. And if we’re truly luck, she garrote both of them with each other’s anal beads because they would’ve wanted it that way.
“I iz big skaree munster. Look at meeee, ungh!”
Looks like the Beastie Jews are at it again. Lay off blondie, she’s mine!
Yankmee douche: “Smell this. Can you tell what BroSox had last night for dinner?”
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Blondie: “I’m going to call security if you two don’t leave me alone.”
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BroSox: “Awww man. Why do they always have to guess what I had for dinner? Why can’t it be you just one time?”
We be posin’ and shit
Dat bitch wit da globes could suck my dick.
Dose bitches in da hats looks like dey sucks dick an also takes it in da bum.
Apropos of nothing but I forgot just how damn funny this is:
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This scene smells of under-boob yeast and bleach.
Well first I am just appalled by the non regulation colors of the sport caps these fellows are wearing. Perhaps that is why both of their teams suckedeth upon balls when it came to crunch time this season? With fans like these two who needs reverse hexes and mind voodoo. As for the hot she can suck Douchetastic Sam’s dick.
Who the fuck is manning the food court while these goons are douching it up down at the arcade?
@Mandouchian Candidate. I am. I am manning said Food Court. You gotta problem with that?
this is why i carry a fishbat with me when i go out in the night!
@JS…I’ll have a chilli cheese dog, dawg! oh ya, xtra onion pls!
@schlup hindenberger, coming right up. I hope you like homemade chilli. 😉
This scene smells like underachievement and over-inflated self esteem.
Yellow hat with the anal beads deserves a smack in the face. Green hat required pacifying with an ammonia/bleach solution at conception. Blondie has a hint of semi-sideboob reveal going on, which I think is simply splendid.
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I haven’t seen a hat-tilt like that since Bucky. And I didn’t even see the hat-tilt for a solid 2 minutes and 45 seconds since my gaze was transfixed by Lisa’s right boob.
Rare Hong Kong Douchey sighting! Nice.
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This scene smells of camel hump sweat and KFC popcorn chicken.
Yo, yo, pull my finga dawg.
Loathing and Loathing in Foxwoods Casino
I was wondering what happened to Elisha Cuthbert. Well this is at least a half step up from feature dancer at the Spearmint Rhino.
Straight outta Bridgeport,,,HAHAHAHAHAHAAaaaaa…..
Wow. Hats. Everyday these pics seem to be more and more of a fucked up microcosm of society,,,,even new breeds of DB.
I need to bury my face in some pear and shoot salty poisoned ropes asap.
This scene smells of Frumunda Cheese Omelette, available at any participating Denny’s.
Yo,I traded my hours this weekend with Joe,I don’t have to work at the BP Station. But let’s all go down there and rip off some gas and chap stick.
I see a Guggenheimer comin’ on here…no rush, but the usual “Enter early and enter often” applies.
Composition and color outweighs douchetrosity.
Just sayin’, DB1.
She rubs my lotion on her skin
And uber hat dorks hold each other and weep.
Green Hat needs to trade hats with Yellow Hat so his hat matches his teeth.