Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Where's Sleazy Gun Tatt?
Somewhere in this pic of murky boatbaggery and aging Blu Blockers ™ I’ve carefully hidden a sleazy gun tatt.
Look closely.
Can you avoid bacterial lake water infection long enough to find it?
Her crabs are terrified and have holed up in her bleached candy tray for protection.
Crabs, sunburn, moobs, mons .38, giardia, booze this has it all FLAWLESS!
I call this one One Cooz, One Cozie.
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Please tell me this dude is not one of you guys. I expect more from you old Dodgers after all the extensive training Ive put you through. I mean c’mon your chunky gangster chain ain’t fooling anyone Mitch from Accounts Recievable. I take that back, you got this cooz to pose with you.
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She might as well just take a real gun to her lady parts, the effect is about the same after her party lifestyle begins to wear thin.
Son, if you get a whiff of what’s down there, you’re gonna want to blow your brains out!
Dodgers = Codgers, but I’m sure I inadvertently made a baseball joke because that’s how I do.
Double fisting Labatt Blue Light Lime is no way to go through life.
Buddha Largeman, in the background, looks on with disdain and does not approve.
yep. Labatt Blue Lime just blew my mind.
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I wonder if her clit has a bullet tattoo on it?
Did he take a cannon ball to the belly?
Mitch’s pooch calls for some serious spackle. It’s like the white underbelly of a dead catfish. Mmmm…mmmm.
“I am Milky McFlabby Moobs and I approve of her Twat Tatt, or Twatt.”
Mitch, dude thank you for at least not wearing a sideways mesh cap. When you show this pic to the other schmeckles at Merrill Lynch they’ll at least not clown on you for that. How’s that Miata working out? Did you get the Candy Apple Red and blast Sheryl Crow’s All I Wanna Do, like I specifically told you not to.
The muzzle end of the gun finds itself corroded amongst plastic packets of bath salts and sores. She’s so crazy on the salts she chews her everblooming labia crusts off, with her wrists.
Mitch’s undermoob sweat tastes like a BenGay/Old Spice Smoothie.
“I’m Jailbait McPissflaps and I approve of this douchebag buying my drinks! Woo!”
If you look deep into his hideous navel you can see the Devil himself.
If you at his arm pit flab roll long enough you see images of the face of Christ.
Should be if you stare….
“Double fisting generic brand lime soda whilst standing in fecal bacteria-infested lake water whilst sporting a physique a 70-year old would laugh at is no way to go thorough life. Son.”
Turns out she really did live up to her high school year book tag as “Most Likely to Become a Cocckholster for Old Washed-up Douches”.
Mitch, horizontal stripes are gonna make your asspear look like Plinky’s Mom’s labia folds, i.e. HUGE.
And neither one of them finds it depressing that they’re the same cup size.
Douchebag Investment Banker, meet Predatory Cum-Dumpster.
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Predatory Cum-Dumpster, meet Pre-Nup.
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Divorcees.
If you like the gun, you should see the discharge.
^ Mitch only fires blanks at this stage of his life.
Mitch had no way of knowing that half a day later he would find himself in a wooden cage suspended in the water, blood caked around his raw swollen liips, paralyzed by the memories of Libby’s legs wrapped like a vice around his head, hips thrusting and bucking savagely at his face and her voice, muffled by her muscular thighs, shrieking “MAO! DIDI MAO! MAO!” while the ladies from human resources passed money back and forth and cheered him on.
Who are the assholes? These are the assholes. Look no further….
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Would not stick any part of my being in that water. Gah ,… looks like the Ganges during an outbreak of explosive diarreah (which is every day)
I just wanna motorboat Mitch’s doughy supple man mamms and then grease up his belly with Crisco and put him in my bathtub so my Legos can finally enjoy the waterpark slides. Is that so wrong?
JeSUs h. cHrIsT – EvEry gOd DamMeD PiCtuRe oF WaTeR sHoWn On ThIS sITe reSeMbLeS DiSCHarGe. EcCcCHh!
I just wanna take Mitch to meet my parents, find out they already know eachother because they all went to school together and then shoot myself in my Mom’s basement. Damn, that would be so hot.
I just wanna throw quarters at Mitch’s belly and then never worry about any bouncing back and hitting me in the eye.
Still waters run deep.
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So do septic waters.
… or are you just happy to see me? (it had to be said).
reminds me of the saying:
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Don’t bring a knife tatt to a fupa gun party.
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When she gets pregnant it goes from a .22 to a .45 Magnum
such an awesome bod wasted on such a stupid tattoo. Stupid bint.
You should see what a .44 Magnum will do to a woman’s pussy. That you should see.
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Travis
I just figured this out: He’s her DAD…
She’ll let anyone clean her barrel.
I’d be willing to bet that Mr Middle Aged Suburban White Guy actually owns one of the boats in the background, instead of borrowing it from someone who went someplace more interesting for the long weekend.