Tuesday, April 2, 2013
P.M. Douche and the Poolbaggery Manifesto
Ah, but yes. PunchMe Douche has enlisted the help of Squib Largeman in his bid to take over the Rehab rip-off pool at the nameless Indian Casino located off of I-10 east of Palm Springs. As evinced in this photograph, mayhaps P.M. Douche is interested in the wrong sort of cans.
Meanwhile, in continuing tasteful black & white pear land…here’s another attempt to introduce another thinly-veiled beloved pear reference into a post by DarkSock.
1) Blondie Betty only knows one way to pose.
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2) Brunette’s highly-mounted-yet-still-saggy tittays are bound to disappoint both the bros.
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3) No matter, though, as Punch Me Douche is more interested in the towel boy and Squib “Not That Large” Largeman fixates on the circumference of his joint.
PM Douche is not unfamiliar with the taste of man meat while Lord Krang gives us the circle – O. The bleeths give a resonating meh!
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I just can’t get past the chance that P.M.S. Douche is King Sharty with a new ‘do(uche).
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Either that or his parents dared to fuccen breed another one. The horror!
Hi! … We’re the Bad Sunglasses Models! Bring us your bad sunglasses and we’ll model the shit outta them…. except this chick, she’s here because her boobs are weird…
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Oh wait, we’re BAD sunglass models?
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Nevermind
Doing a good job Dark Sock Son. And by good job I mean fuck I hate it when I have to wait all day to get on here cause of the forced work my wife has put me into to pad her later-lived years after I’m dead. Poor fucking dog alone all day. I’m be stoned and drunk in two hours and watching that dude break his leg in a jpeg loop…and shit.
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Great observation Wheezer. King Sharty a.k.a. Stary Blight / The King of Sears. Almost give the guy credit for reinventing himself as a completely new douche. Almost.
Punch Me Largeman shows off his self-measured girth, much to the chagrin of his date. Chagrin, I says.
Bikini Girls
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Naval Sex Fetishers
The Bikini Girls montage depresses me faced with the reality that our shore house was destroyed thanks to the bitch Sandy and we might not have a vacation this summer.
I was in Lavalette yesterday. No bikini girls.