Reader Mail: More Bleethy Hotts!!
Gamecockbag writes in with a demand, along with the following pics.
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Did some fat Guido take over this site?
There used to be a few Bleeth’s with the usual bag but for the most part it was a site dedicated to 7’s, 8’s 9’s and a rare 10 looking hot as all hell making horrible life choices with bags.
Lately the pics are all of chubby Jersey Shore fans and herpster gals. I heart this site and have for years. Get it together!!!
Yours truely,
-Gamecockbag
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This critique, while totally valid, would perhaps be more apropos were the Bleethy Hotts submitted along with it not entirely made up of Crisco and Man Tan (with the exception of the quality hottitude chew bobble in pic #3).
I proverbially drop the mic to your dropped mic, and head to the kitchen to microwave a burrito.
Fat Guidos need love, too. And meatball sandwiches. With extra provolone and pepperoncinis….. Fart!
I’m not sure Gamecockbag has been paying attention the last week or so. Consider Surf Gronkowski’s Sophia. Mo Flander’s unnamed sweet companion. And Headband Harry’s Lacey? You’re doing good boss.
If you look really closely, you can see the reflection of her maroon Mitshubishi Eclipse in the pool.
DB1 will be absolved of all sin and shit when he gladly converts to Catholicism or my own sect of United Moon Worshippers and Druid Wannabees in the first week of March when the conclave smoke burns white and I am unveiled on the terrazzo at the Vatican. I will choose the name Pope Assfucker Von Shwartzbag and send free condoms worldwide so the AIDS dies. We will all be forgiven for sneaking pastrami sandwiches when stoned on the holy fish eating days like tomorrow.
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The crusades will begin again to rid the Philistines from the Holy Land. There will be smoting of bad tribes. And the Jews, although still Jewish will feast on the burden of my loins in a Holy sepulcur of prudence and Christian might and pancake breakfast with all beef sausage meat. I will bring Hendrix, Morrison, and Janice back from purgatory and condemn Kurt Cobain and Phoebe Snow to a lifetime of sexual union together. That is an ugly picture my friends.
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The new power will not go to my head, but my head will enjoy the tastry loins of 102 tasty meditteranen virgins tastin of pee-pee twat and Love’s Baby Soft.
Douchey Wallnuts and Et Tu will be promoted to Archbishops along will all the regs. Dark Sock, if found after drunken Mardi Gras boating will serve as a Cardinal as long as he appreciates the Monkey Hole and continues with his Haiku duties.
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I think I’m hitting the Delirium Tremens today. Six more sober days until the tox screen. Stay stoned my brothers, the end of times are coming. And by end times I mean anal cherry popping.
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Fat Tuesday is upon, a precursor to hopefully an early Spring in the cold weather climes. To all the girls out there in Rio, Munich, or some beach in the Caribbean go and EARN those beads.
I didn’t know DB1 us Jewish. I’m a devout anti-Samite in that I think their luggage sucked ostrich balls. It’s enough to make the baby hitler cry….
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I know… too soon, rite?
There was a broad from the old neighborhood named Roaslie but we called her Fat Tuesday because she’d bang any guy who’d bring her candy on Tuesday. One week this kid Philly Di Cosimo brought her one a them 40 ounce Whitman Samplers – it was a big as a friggin Bocce court – and she ate the whole box whilst Philly was doin her, doggie. When he finished and she rolled over and wanted a kiss, she had a big chocolate ring around her kisser and Philly got so pissed that she was eatin’ the chocolates while they was in flagrante delicto, he wiped off his schwantz on the dress she wore to church on Sundays. In flagrante delicto, I says.
Gamecockbag? Don’t you ever see the photos of the pears? Not enough?
You can always watch free downloaded porn from the pirate bay,and masturbate with your 2 inch er. How can anyone complain when this is all free entertainment?
Roger that on drunken Mardi Gras boating, Rev.
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Pirate Bay?
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BRB; checkin’ it out.