Thursday, September 20, 2012
Epic Dump
For there are no other words of poetry, nay, ‘cept those t’were the epic dump.
For there are no other words of poetry, nay, ‘cept those t’were the epic dump.
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And Homoslavia wins the World’s Field Hockey Cross-Dressing Championship by 6 touchdowns. Way to go team!
Maxim, of the far left, beckons you to take a picture that he can put up on his Grindr account.
I’ll never be able to erase this image from my mind when some idiot sports announcer proclaims “This victory never tasted so sweet.”
Gina, sticking her finger down her throat, wasn’t able to hurl on the douchebags before the picture was snapped. She failed because she is too used to having Axe infused kocc stuffed down her throat and not hurling.
Is this some sort of Hand Gesture record, right here? And even better, they’re all sporting different ones. Seven participants, seven different signifiers; from proverbial “Hey check it out, I have an acoholic drink in my hand,” to “Blank stare, I might be too drunk to poop in the toilet but I still got enough machismo to let you whoop my ass in a fight,” this pic is a true melting pot of Pud-Handitry.
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Maybe, just maybe, it’s not an accident. Maybe a twisted Retarded School of the Deaf trip to Vegas? I don’t know. I gots nothin’.
Old Dog makes the scene again, here’s hoping he got some.
This shit happens when the photog doesn’t snap on 3…. he took this one at 37
Maxim, of the far left, is waving a fried goat balls and yak yogurt burp towards us
Maxim, of the far left, has blown the same coccks as pink bikini this weekend
Maxim, of the far left, turned his back on his chick and she’s already jacking off two dudes
Is it my imagination or is this the homeliest group of people you have ever featured on this site.
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Steve Wynn, in his infinite decadence has done it!! Through a bath salts fueled rage has created The Human Centipede:Vegas Edition!
There is still hope for that dude in the middle in the first row. Other than that. Burn em all!
New subculture all meet in Vegas and drink their own piss.
Douche-surfing girl prepares to spew felch over Oldbag’s crew. And by crew I mean shaved ball all-male Rusty Trombone daisy chain. Eeeeeeewwwwww!
Isn’t it about time for the gang to give old bag his evening meds and a cold ensure and send him off to bed?
@Et Tu
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Giants by 5 points over Carolina? I have top buds on the plants a foot long. Son.
This Old Bag he played one, I wish he would play roulette with a gun. This Old Bag, he played two because his skin is the color of poo. This old Bag, he played three, he played Blackjack and lost his alimony money. This Old Bag, he played four he paid too much for sex with that whore. This Old Bag he played five, for the love of God why is he still alive?
@Rev
I’m just seeing this and yes I’ll take the bet, $20 CDN?
Lost in all the baggery going on in this pic I just noticed 2 scrags kissing each other and I have no problin with that. What I do have a problem with is the chump next to them whose trying to get in on the action. Never interrupt 2 somewhat hotts drunkenly making out.
Willy, whilst upon a spelunking expedition inside Jenny’s anal cavern, found neither gold nor the watch he lost three days ago. He also lost his head lamp, which led to some tense moments before he saw a sliver of light and headed toward it, hoping it was to freedom and not his doom.
He did, however, find the fabled Ubiquitous Clear Travel Mug of Coronado, which was thought to have been lost back in ’07 during the Great Gangbang War.
In terms of the Blond up top…I would cut off a digit to Pork her Loins.
The rest of em…I would deep fry.
Bottom right is Old Dog from last week, is it not?
I feel like I’m looking at vacation slides from his weekend in Vegas.
That picture of “people” is vile. I’m a bit stoned but I wanted to mention that I will be The Official Grand Poobah DJ of the 2012 Douchey Awards if and when they happen. The response from the public voting for my return has been tremendous in its thundertude.
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I will be away for three yet to be determined days in December and may have to miss part of the Douchies.
Anyone wanting to be the DJ for those days please reply to this address.
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Thank You in advance, Son. Don’t ya fucking hate it when people write fucking “Thank You in advance.”
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They should all be cuckolded and raped with broomhandles for using such a term, They is douchebags in sweaters. I fucking hate sweaters. Cocksucking sweater vests ans neckbeards. I just want to go to
ottawa in ”december to write some exams and fuck a Jamaican (dark like shit) hooker one night and a blonde bombshell/girl next door threesome the next. It’s only $700 for new flesh around 18-20 for me to violate very hard just the way the girls like it. Should I do it @Et Tu or stay faithful since I took my absention pledge for shits and giggles. And have any of you guys ever munched on a quality call girl cause I want to suck her huge clit and make her squirt and piss all over my Jesus-sized cockk. Son.
The Garden Of Earthly Delights for our times. This photo represents a segment of the painting Hieronymous Bosch never intended anyone to see as the authorities deemed his work too heretical. Bosch – waaaaaay ahead of his time:
http://arts-wallpapers.com/art-wallpaper-org/artist/hieronymus-bosch/02/hieronymus-bosch1024.jpg
The Douche McMullen
Feynman explains this scene in his lecture on the scientific method:
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He gets to the theory of douchebags at about 5:55. Great stuff.
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Science rules!
Dr. Gina, protect your vajayjay!
Hey, wait, is that Oldbag with the g-string tatt? on the right most side.
The military has actuaries that caculate how much it might cost in case a jet crashes in populated areas or a bomb goes off the range and strikes private property. The reasoning is to determine the “risk-reward” equation. Now, if a fully-loaded remotely piloted B-52 (the bomber, not the band) crashed into the Vegas strip while on departure from Nellis AFB and wiped out, say, Rehab on a Saturday afternoon, the “reward” side of the equation would be off the charts. Fewer future welfare recipients, fewer Ed Hardy purchases thereby putting the company out of business faster, fewer STDs, fewer room temperature IQs clogging up the gene pool’s filter, and a lot of new construction jobs to rebuild the area so it could be done all over again. Also, it would give the Air Force a chance to test out remote control bombers and their precision target acquisition guidance systems. It’s not like the military would be losing any possible recruits, just your local Valvoline Instant Oil and McDonalds.
^ do they calculate a Nic Cage X Factor into that equation?
Only if it’s a C-123 full of dangerous prisoners. But that would be the US Marshalls’ actuaries responsibility.
I dunno man … looks like just typical frat boys having fun. Unless we wanna rename this site “frat hatten” or something (not an ignoble idea in itself), seems like nottas.
Seriously, the lack of tattoos here is striking. I only see an armband tattoo on Trophy Jenny up there.
And the guys look genuinely happy to be there.