Boobies
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Buzzy Fails to Appreciate Marissa’s Taut and Perfect Sundials
For that, for the silly tatts, and for the receding porcupine hair, Buzzy is to be mocked posthaste.
Marissa is to be softly coddled with eggshell powder and buttgrabby grab. Purely in the interests of science and archeology.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011Sharon Tugs Her Skirt, Gerry Tucks his Cig
I’m not sure what’s going on in this pic. We have fine taut female boobie hottie suckle thigh mixed with ducklips.
We’ve got fauxhawk and cig-ear on Gerry, both stage 2 violations.
We’ve got pleather 80s jacket and zombie dance pose.
Meanwhile, Stockbroker Morty chills in the back and sips a Heineken.
I’m confused. Time to microwave a burrito and chew things over.
Monday, April 25, 2011Ned Wilson Likes the Boobies
Ned Wilson, the lost Wilson brother of the once famous but rapidly descending into pimping cell phones acting family, really, really likes the boobies.
And while Ned Wilson’s really not all that douchey, and probably deserves a nottadouche, Belinda’s perfect Holy Cleavite and yet douchey expression offers such a prime example of the Douchadox, I had to run the pic.
That and I’m already sugar highed out on pixie sticks and pop rocks. Stupid half price sale at Jack’s.
Friday, April 22, 2011Graham Wears Some Jesus Bling, Finds Wax Fruit Boob
Graham don’t get out much.
Pushing 40 and living in Jersey City, Queens, just don’t bring the party like Graham thought it would.
But every so often, Graham busts the Jesus Bling.
Okay, why’d I really run this pic?
Barbie Side Boob.
Firm. Plasticy. Pretty and bitable like wax fruit.
It deserved to be observed.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011Skinny D and Maggie the Quartasian Hottie
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Skinny D? Brooklyn b-boy hipsterpud. Give him a stage-2 violation ticket and send him on his way to his night shift at Denny’s.
Now Maggie the Quartasian Hottie on the left deserves a pause.
Together, let us say, amen.
For therein lies a tasty curvy suckle thigh of powdered donut fluffy snappy snack shack turbo dog corn nuts, both regular and B.Q.
We haven’t featured a quality Quartasian Hottie in quite awhile, and as long time readers know, the quarter asian female is the heighth of all non-Semitic sucklethigh.
Betty in the middle? Yes. She is there. Lets move on. And by on, I mean back to Maggie. With only six bags of sunflower seeds and a sundial to guide us under cover of leaf.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011Dialing It Back with Minor Hipster Pudliness and Healthy Female Ubergnaw
Yikes, those last two posts were pretty revoltingly high for sheer wrongess of potentially real coital coupling.
And that just makes your humble narrator scratch himself furtively and engage in primal alcoholism.
And you don’t wanna see me engage in primal alcoholism. It’s what psychoanalytic theorist Lacan would describe as “The Self/Other Fortified Wine Stage.”
So we’ll dial it back with some quality hottness and only minor hipster pudness violations on the part of Trent and Kenny.
But if you want to keep up the karmic pain of uberdouche going, there’s always Douchebag Eyeball Lick. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011Vinnie and Angie Teach Infant Nursing Care
It’s all part of a new series of highly innovative Lamas Classes.
Thursday, March 17, 2011Ab Reveal and Boobies
Yeah, I probably could’ve picked a cleverer title for this pic. Perhaps something involving the wild times former New York Knicks guard Stephon Marbury had on his trip to South Korea. But, in the end, boobies.
Friday, March 4, 2011I Don’t Care About Stupidhat
While it’s true that some part of my primal cortex hopes a dumpster truck runs over Stupidhat and dumps his lifeless douche-corpse in a chavez ravine, alls I can bestow is one three word sentence uponst the holies of perfect taut sucklagable female curvosity and angelic boobage that is beheld in the perfect form of Cindy-Anne:
I wouldst gnaw.
Thursday, March 3, 2011Lords of the Fries
For Üter, Gunter, Moritz and Ülrick, the night The Dusseldorf Fraülein Club left its alleyway door unlocked would be a day the Fries wouldn’t soon forget.
