Thursday, April 18, 2013
Bleeth Bleeth Tell Me Now….
Is there something I should purchase to cure this itch on my inner thigh?
Is there something I should purchase to cure this itch on my inner thigh?
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No hot chicks were harmed making this photo, because no hot chicks were involved in this photo.
This pic is all the more hot with the severed head lolling grotesquely in the foreground.
I will never understand why people don’t look straight ahead while taking these fucking camera phone shots. Jesus christ. Every single one of them is looking at the fucking camera like they’re retarded.
Damn fine establishment that needs to have diamond plate steel walls to separate the women’s toilet stalls.
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And who’s arm is that on the sink?
Occasionally, when it’s been an usually dry spell for the Old Choad (say a week w/o some serious poontang) he hits this site looking to add some images to his spank bank.
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.This pic will not be added to his collection.
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It will, however, be used to line one of his birdcages.
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Ornithologists
In an amazing coincidence, this pic was snapped at the very instant the chick in the middle’s cervix cut loose from the roof of her vagina, and with a distinctive “splat,” dropped to the cold, tile floor like an oyster soaked in cocktail sauce.
hermit, you just made me lose my lunch. Now, where is my damn lunch?
I think a question that someone asked later this night was, “Who’s arm is that in the stink.”
This is from that one episode of “Friends” where Monica, Phoebe, and Rachel run into grown-up Rudy from “The Cosby Show” at the coffee shop, lure her into the bathroom, and gang rape the poop out of her while yelling “WHO”S EATING VANILLA PUDDING NOW BITCH?!?!!
Oyster. Shooters.
No suspect yet in the Boston case but the ricin laced letter sender has been caught. He’s a douchebag Elvis impersonator. Which is redundant
In this deleted scene from “Heathers 2: The Heathering,” the gang snaps a picture before snorting a line of Xanax and finding four random strangers to fuck them in the ass in the toilet stall behind them. Severed head Melanie looks on ironically, but will only blow her guy out of protest.
This is apparently the Bleeth version of the Pussycat Dolls, called Duck Face.
This pic should have a cat photo-bombing in front of them, making it’s “seksy fais” for the camera.
Thanks, DB1. I will never hear the Duran Duran song you riffed on the same way again.
The union of the duck is on the climb. Moving up it’s gonna bleeth gonna break through the borderline.
Vin, not only is Ricin Bomber guy an Elvis Impersonator from Tupelo, Mississippi – But Senator Roger Wicker, who I’ve met on several occasions, had actually hired him for a party and recalled that he was actually pretty damn good.
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And bugshit crazy.
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But good Elvis’s are hard to come by, much less sane ones. They should give him some lithium doses and a stern warning and turn him loose.