Tuesday, April 9, 2013
How Bunnies Copulate
First, the male bunny pays an exhorbitant amount on his daddy’s credit card for “bottle service.”
Then the female bunny talks for a solid two hours about her future career in fashion design.
Then genitals are briefly, and safely, grinded through a protective cloth barrier to a track by Rihanna.
She’s a tall glass of whole milk. He’s Harvey Milk.
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Udders
Hump da wabbit, Hump da waaaaabbit…
Nice gramma panty lines in the background. Ugh
Bag looks sort of confused / scared behind blond hott. I’m guessing he’d rather mount one of his bros.
Dark Sock is a rare breed, like the badly cut X tabs this dude’s tripping on. And I’d like to powder her cottontail. And by cottontail I mean sensual anal, Son.
If by “fashion design” you mean “hooker”, she might go far. Well, at least to the next city.
Showing just how conformist douchebags are as slaves to douchebag pseudo-counter culture this tool has a bar code on his pec. A fucking bar code, I says.
Is this to rapidly tell douchebags apart when they are old and wrinkly ? A fleshy, mottled pile of goo on a cold table in the morgue?
This just goes to show that Douchebag is a genetic condition. Because even the clone of a Douchebag is a Douchebag.
Classic “Ew! A Girl!” face.
The bar code: mark of the walking product.
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Shorts by Abercrombie & Fitch, no doubt.
I’m sure if you scanned that bar code at Wal-Mart, it would displace “Douchebag” on the register and “$1.99”.
Judging by the look in their eyes they may be better off trading places.
Generic Walmart Bag looks like he is asking for a nasty dose of myxomatosis there. That would be a pleasant change from the usual pox he picks up at da club over the weekend.