DarkSock's Domain Once More
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Monday, May 20, 2013
THE DARK SOCK RISES
It’s your favorite substitute preacher, DarkSock, here for another week at the helm while DB1 takes a week off. He said something about “High Colonic”, which I presume is a sacred Jewish holiday or something.
Speaking of deep cleansing…the theme of this week’s foray into madness will be Back To The Basics; purity of purpose. And that purpose is to mock the douchebag peacocks that fondle and soil the sacred giggle-woo-hottie. I think the accompanying picture here reminds us of why this site endures, much like a herpes rash. Take a gooood long look at this Trust-Fund-Lush-turned-Wall-Street-Pension-Gambler smirking at you from behind the silicone hills of Gold Digger Valley. Then write something angry in the comments section.
The brave new world of serious scholarly posts begins next, Dear Reader. Stay tuned.
Monday, April 1, 2013APRIL'S FOOL!!!
DarkSock™ here, helming this week’s important work of posting pictures of Hot Chicks with Total and Complete Douchebags™. With Commentary™.
DB1 is out on field assignment (aka a booze-fueled week-long black-out binge in Vegas) so once again I grab his staff and hoist it high! Wait…poor choice of words…but you get the picture.
In fact, the first picture you get is this one here. It’s April Fools’ day. Hence this Fool. I dub him “PunchMe Douche”, for reasons that should be immediately obvious. Toilet-swirl hair, metro soul patch, Gramma’s sunglasses…ugh.
And then there’s poor Judy, wearing on her face both the windshield of a ’78 AMC Pacer and a look of deep regret; she can still taste the brackish tang of his spittle from his last crass loveless kiss, streaked with the acrid flavors of last night’s nine ill-advised Red Bull and Goose shooters plus the thin grease of his morning throw-up and Crest. The aforemented smooch being planted open-mouth on her in a vulgar display of territorial braggadocio as his brahs walked up fists a-pumping to the cabana to order a round of Sunday Bloody Maries.
Take that, Daddy…
Discuss the Freudian subtext of this garish spectacle, as always, in the comments sections. And by the way, for you lurkers and acolytes…click that comments link. For that is where the action is. If you only read the front page and gawk at the picture before flitting off to your favorite cat-pictures website they you are truly missing out on The Rest Of The Story. Son.
