Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Peter Pumpinhead and Mary Mammageddon Approve of the HCwDB of the Week
This legendary HCwDB freakshow expresses approval in the only way they know how.
By becoming a cloud.
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By becoming a cloud.
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Poor guy – all pumped up with roids so that he’s swollen and lumpy everywhere, but his naughty bits have shrunk to the size of those on a pygmy marmoset…….
Mary’s looking yummy.
Pumpinhead’s naughy bits ave shrunk to the size of Champagne Katie’s rectal polyps…
Pumpinhead’s naughty bits have shrunk to the size of nano robots.
Punpinhead’s naughty bits have shrunk to the size of ju-ju bees.
I think they’ve both shrunk, unless that’s not a Barcalounger at Peter’s back.
I can smell the bacne from here
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On a related note, it’s Darksock’s week to drive the car pool:
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Mamms is looking… god help me… pretty good. I’d hit it.
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Peter needs to add some synthol to his right trap. He’s got the balance wrong.
She is lokking much more human til you get to that man foot.
or looking.
If you look real close in the background to the right you will see what I believe to be the ghosts of the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I’m not sure of it’s meaning but me thinks it won’t end well for Peter Pumpinswole and Mary’s Mammageddons.
Pumpinhead looks like he was put together by a butcher shop from spare parts, then inflated using an injection of solution concocted from HGH, silicone, and cherry flavored fizzes.
just a reminder kids, Mary Mamm was formerly a dude. You’ll have to net search for those pre-op photos yourselves.
This shot was taken inside an illegal cargo container just before Petey and Mamms were busted for importing fake synthol. Mamms desperately pleading to the official that they’re only illegal cartons of smokes
Heed Magnum Douche P.I.’s warning Sons. Mary is/was a dude. Why are they posing on piles of pizza boxes?
I’d still rub butter on her bits. I feel shame, and denounce myself.
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I will be wandering in the wasteland for 40 days, fasting and committing acts of random penance.
To paraphrase Baron Von Goolo, he looks like someone attempted to make a douche sculpture out of old cantaloupes.
These two deserve instant induction into the Hall of Scrote. Instant induction, I says. And Mary is a Bleeth Classic. The Bleeth version of Audrey Hepburn, but with enormous fake tits, bleethed hair and no fashion sense.
Plus, Pete will be dead soon, so he should get the chance too bask in the glow of this (dis)honor.
Peter PumpinHead juices so much he got disqualified from competing.
In a steroids-ingestion contest.
They put Peter PumpinHead’s blood samples into cattle feed to promote bovine growth.
Peter PumpinHead’s nads are so shrunken they’ve become innies and look like twin copies of Kirk Douglas’s chin butthole.
Peter PumpinHead has to wipe his ass with turkey legs.
Man, these two have really hit the skids pretty hard. The only furniture they have are Hefty two-plys and lots of boxes from Krispy Kreme. Wait a second, isn’t that Mr. White and Medusa’s dungeon? Can’t be, there aren’t any whips and chains around. Carry on.
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I miss Mr. White
I once filled a Stretch Armstrong doll with Jello one time and hen put him in the microwave. Just before he exploded all the inside of said microwave (and I got my ass beat) he had a striking resemblance to Petey boy here.
Nothing sexy like a guy looking like a large unpopped pimple.
@ myself 1:39
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Remember to FEED your one-armed two-fingered typist before asking them to post for you. Good grief.
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I type engrish good
How long can it be before Pete joins Pumpy in the Thai sauna in the sky?
Pumpy is in a better place, which right now could be anywhere. It’s Zzythxxxfgh that is chugging demon cock while a ladyboy succubus pegs him with a wang-shaped stick of dynamite. Chestbrah and Peter are in some kind of deathrace 9000 to see who can get there first for a demonseed snowball.
Cantaloupes will not be on my shopping list for a long time. Thank you very little.
I’ve got this strange urge to go bowling with melons.