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HCwDB After Dark – Douche McDingle gots mad leg for ya, baby

This is where we get a leg up on the competition, gentle readers.

Some share booty.  We disseminate Mass Ass.

Because of your resounding showing in the comments section, we here at the well-greased machine that is the DarkSock Satellite Office feel that you have earned a precious nugget hidden away in the Pear Reserves, like a solid gold jet ski stashed in the Vatican vaults.

Behold – Hallowed Hall o’ Pear Legend AssPear LaPlante:   The Front Side Of The Moon!

Holdin' Down The Fort…

Still no sign of DB1’s whereabouts…Sammy SpankWell and his two sisters Irene and Darlene have not seen him for days at The Golden Udder Gentleman’s Club, where he would often pay his way with organic llama milk.  They are concerned.  And lactose intolerant. There are whisperings of DB1 returning to the llama mines of Laos, where he once made the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs, which is impressive.

Perhaps it is time for an intervention for this unhealthy attraction to hoofed creatures…

Neigh, I say, for that would be hypocritical of me.

We shall stay the course, Mr. Spankwell.  Now, if I may have a moment with Irene…

Wrong Drink Roofied, Rufus?

Rufus ain’t feelin’ so good…things are getting a little hazy…wait, is this HER appletini?

Oh no…not again…

*thump*….zzzzzzzzz

Sanskrit UnderMoob Is Not Amused

Despite basking in the glow of Bubbles McGee’s twin suns, Sanskrit UnderMoob chooses to be lugubrious, dour and doleful.  Whenever he’s with her no one seems to notice his sweet sub-pectoral calligraphy…go figure.

Medical Fact:  They both have something in their underboob regions.  His is a regrettable decision in indelible ink.  10 points to your Hogwarts Classmates if you can guess what’s under hers…

Douche McDingle: Your Host For HCwDB – After Dark(Sock) Edition

Douche McDingle and his little friend Penny Pearbottom called to say “But…butt…DarkSock…Where’s the Pear?”

It’s right here, you backsliders.

Pear doesn’t just grow on trees, you know…

OK; I will sprinkle you with just one more.

It Must Eat Bran

Hoop-Ring Hilda beseeches you to join her write-in campaign compelling Grey Goose to offer a line of fiber-reinforced spirits.

If not for Constipated Carl…then for Pensive John Smallman, palely loitering in the background.

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Laundry Gimp’s Night Out?

Yeah, let’s keep the interactive thing goin’ this fine Tuesday.  Click on the “comments” link below and share YOUR caption, hot shot…Yeah, I’m talking to you, faithful long-time lurkers…

TWO Word Tuesday

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but for some reason I’m thinking we’ll be using TWO words instead of the usual “One-Word Tuesday”, gentle readers.

Example – Swing Low…

As always, click on the “comments” link below (NOT the photo, unless you like the alternate universe thing…) to add your two cents.  And by “two cents” I mean…well, you know…

Two Tickets to Pair O' Douche

Duckface Donna and Dutch-Angle Denise have just won the douche-lottery!  It’s all fun and games with the San Diego Double-Douche Duo, until the gals realize that groin-baring Burt does not in fact have a sweet-ass stomach tattoo…just a gangrenous belly button caused by a stubbornly lodged Skittle.

Jack Smellington and his Korner Chameleons Disapprove of Vinnie DP's Loss to Enrique…

Escaped Laundry Gimp Jack Smellington disapproves of Enrique’s trouncing of his home-skillet Vinnie for the weekly, and to a lesser extent, so do his suicide grrlz.

However, after summarily dismissing this Incredible Sulk I would then offer to console Raven  Mid-Riff and Raccoon-Eyed Susan with a good ol’ fashioned Kraft Mayonnaise rub-down, just like my Uncle used to give all us tykes before he was sent up to the Mississippi Nervous Hospital at Whitfield.

Now begone, Jack Smellington…nobody puts boobies in a corner.