Monday, August 27, 2012
That Asswipe Who Fist-Points At Cameras in Vegas Approves of the HCwDB of the Week
We know That Asswipe Who Fist-Points At Cameras in Vegas approves, because That Asswipe Who Fist-Points At Cameras in Vegas fist-pointed.
Tri-Tip Kelly giggles mellifluously and orders another Bud Light.
Fuck this guy
Fuck Fish Slap
Fuck Snooki, that worthless waste of oxygen
Fuck Karl Rove
Fuck James Carville
Fuck Griffin Guess and the hipster scooter he rode in on
Fuck James Loney’s driving record
Paging Captain Retard, your Bud Light enemy is ready on the Lido Deck.
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Fuck Randy Travis.
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Fuck Cymbalta. I can’t orgasm on it. But chicks can, seven times. Son
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May we all say a personal prayer for Dark Sock so all his gear in the garage stays dry and that he has a ballast full of hootch. Son.
Fister is approving the Weekly from a trailer park, right?
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What happens in trailer, should stay in trailer. Thanks
Retro fuck:
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Fuck Paul O’Neill
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I mean, just look at this asshole. And by asshole I mean fucking asshole
KeLLy iS QuiTe AcCePtabLe. FuCKaBle ToO!
If DarkSock doesn’t make it I hearby agree to drink a bottle of Makers Mark in his honor cause that dude is funny son, that and he has a keen eye and appreciation for pear.
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Fuck Hurricane Issac.
“Dude, here, take my glasses. They fell in the toilet when I wuz pissin’ this mornin’. No problems bro, but I think I gots pink eye in my right one ‘n, y’know, serious, I gots to see out of one of ’em ‘n I keep fergettin’ and puttin’ them back on ‘n shit.”
Techno Viking has slimmed down, but is still a clown.
Vin D, as a Dodger fan born in NYC, I’ll take Adrian Gonzalez, and hope that shitturd can pitch this afternoon. 🙂
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Oh, and we don’t have a ~nation~ like Bahston, lol
@ Vin
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You forgot FUCK Bobby Valentine. Asshole leads team into next to last place and management side with him??????
TAWF-PAC points because he thinks he owes you a reach around.
TAWF-PAC points because the syphilis has locked up his joints.
TAWF-PAC points because he can’t yell “Grooooooo” with a mouthful of Bud Light.
That shitturd will not make any friends in Los Angeles. Trust me on this. However, one must give props to Josh for having dated :
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Leann Tweeden
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and singer Danielle Peck
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And by dated I mean shnurgle gobbed their flowzie shijibzzs and lippie pinchled their nipnabs. What?
“No, really…smell it…”
Fuck everything. I’m not boarding up. I’m finishing my speaker refurb. And saving the battery tools for when the lights go out. And by battery tools I mean Old Overholt Straight Rye.
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Hurricane Hangovers.
When his UFC career takes off, Sharts McTaintcheese aka “the glass jawed blumpkin” will use this as his signature move to the camera.
“Do YOU want fries with that?”
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And by that, you mean she’s hottie jiggle goob slobberer, eh? hahahaa!
^And by dated I mean shnurgle gobbed their flowzie shijibzzs and lippie pinchled their nipnabs. What?^
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Was trying to quote. I have to check my retard meter.
Retard meter, FTW. Finally, somebody other than me see it.
Good buddy of mine in college used to drink Old Overholt straight rye, while I languished with the gin and tonics so common in the English majors’ drinking dens.
Cheers, DarkSock.
And unfiltered Lucky Strikes to you, too, in the hurricanensity of the dark night coming.
It occurs to me that there are two sizes of camel-toe. LO, there is the low-placed crotch-sized version, that perhaps bears the true scent closest to camel-toe.
Furthermore, there is the chest-placed, breast-case, wherein the smooshed globes and their decollete resemble the plumpest camel-toe one might ever encounter, and which, if first pushed into the tent rather than the camel’s famous snout, would be invited in wholeheartedly for the party, rather than shoved back out into the night to party with sand fleas.