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Saturday, July 21, 2012
Caption This Pic
…Because frankly I have no idea what is going on here and I’m curious to hear your thoughts.
Comment as always in the, er, comments section. Yeah.
Friday, July 20, 2012Friday Thoughts and Links – Rare Late Night Edition
Pay no mind to Silly Frames Fanny, or her mangina I’ll call “Dude Who May Or May Not Be Wearing A Shirt With His Own Likeness Emblazoned Uponst It” (DWMOMNBWASWHOLEUI, for short); neigh, I say… let us move on to Friday Thoughts and Links, DarkSock Edition. And by “DarkSock” I mean “Light on Thoughts, and later than Adele’s period).
First, on a somber note, tragic news about the loss of the mother of former regular Plinky; his mom perished in a freak skydiving accident, despite the heroic efforts of her OB/GYN to revive her. I’m just grateful that I had the honor of meating her.
Also, while there is some conjecture as to DB1’s absence this week, allow me to enlighten you as to what he’s really off doing… It just goes to show; everyone in Los Angeles is insane.
In fact, after meeting DB1 in person I suspected he may be suffering from Assburgers Syndrome.
This week’s movie pick: “Donkey Poop…How rare!!!!”.*
*Warning…You will be dumber for having seen this.
Well…time to address the 800 pound gorilla in the room. It really chaps my ass that many of you couch potatoes are only enthused when I helm because I supposedly offer Gratuitous Ass Pear.
Such as, for example, the glorious Gabrielle pics that Vin Douchal shared with me, featuring numerous prurient poses which I would NEVER post to this site, other than for purposes of this eloquent defense of my integrity.
Well, gentle readers, not THIS Dark Sock. I have True Grit.
Besides, even if I did post gratuitious pear, thanks to Title IV I’d be obliged to post something for the female regulars such as Nancy D, such as subliminal peen I happened to pause upon during a pee break during the opening title of last week’s True Blood…you see a show for 4 or 5 years, ya think you’d catch a subliminal orgy right under your nose…
Them’s your Friday Thoughts & Links, post-bed-time-style.
Son.
Friday, July 20, 2012Jimmy "The Spindle" Torso has a boat load
When Jimmy invited the girls to play pirate, they had no idea it’d involve his sunken chest…
Friday, July 20, 2012Friday Haiku
Cindy’s solution
To thwart Gurn’s booger picking;
Now…about those shorts…
His mask was so tight,
His brain blew through top of skull.
It was no great loss.
— hermit
Bleeth’s look says it all:
lie kekko desu (no thanks),
Mr. Roboto
— Dude McCrudeshoes
No face, no shirt? I
Think we’ve seen him here before.
Son Of Tonetta.
— The Reverend “Monkey Hole” Chad Kroeger
Mercury levels
At the “Wrap and Go Sushi”
Reach toxic level
— Vin Douchal
Man in Maximus
mask screams “are you entertained!?”
By you, sir? No. No.
— Morbo
Sway to the music
Get groped by Galaxian
Burning man still sucks
— Charles Nelson Douchely
Thursday, July 19, 2012Dmitri and Yakov have Ukrainian bride for you!
Bridal Emporium take Visa and AMEX; no Discover card!
Thursday, July 19, 2012Dr. Oz Stunt Double's poor life choices
Devil Horns Harry thinks that Greico Hair and copious man-necklaces are “SO EFFEN METAL, DOOOD!”
What say you, gentle reader?
Thursday, July 19, 2012Douche or Nottadouche?
Mohawk Marv has a pre-emptive bald guy marine ‘hawk, possibly unearned dog tags and painfully cute girlfriend Tiny Tina.
My douche radar is on the blink…what say you, my dickish bunch? Douche or Notta and go in peace?
Wednesday, July 18, 2012Wayyy after dark (sock) HCwDB: Pointy Pete Pleads for Pear
Pointy Pete and Pornish Pauline Pontificate for…
You’re welcome.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012Yo, it's hard up in these Hamptons y'all
“Things been rough since Pops had to give back his fall bonus to CitiBank and sell the third vay-cay pad in Tahoe, homeslice. I’ma raise hell if the yacht gots to go…I’ma go move in wit Moms and her tennis instructor, Ricardo, down at the guest house.”
Bweeee
Wednesday, July 18, 2012John Largeman Jr's poor life choices
Son, you best be glad J.L. Senior is away at his sales convention in Milwaukee; there would be some belt leather getting warmed against your pallid flank somethin’ awful. You better not get mustard on his favorite undershirt either.
Son.