Eurobag

    Friday, May 11, 2012

    Somewhere in Dusseldorf…

    Autobahn is opening for Kraftwerk…

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, May 8, 2012

    Muscles McEuro Says "Grüüüüü…."

    Now is the time when they dance.

    Herr Lipptatt takes the uberdouchey neck liptatt from Mister Liptatt to the international stage.

    Inge wants to shpank my Semitic bottom with deeply repressed Teutonic rage.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, April 10, 2012

    The Blow Up 'Bag

    David Hemmings Face is no excuse for Eurobritbaggery in presence of All-American Cheerleader Angelica, Ian.

    Your hair is French New Wave Godardian art cinema fail. It’s Neorealist Avant-gardian douchal echo is a pomo boho sample pack of retroactive asshackery.

    So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

    With posts as literary as this, it’s hard for me to believe I’m losing the masses to sites like The Dirty and Is Anyone Up.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Monday, March 26, 2012

    Sven Pumper Approves of the HCwDB of the Week

    Sven Pumper and his Gaggle of Teutonic Hotts approve of the HCwDB of the Week with a hearty chant of “Sie ist sehr gut!” followed by an invigorating discussion of genetic hierarchy, the importance of eugenics-based sterilizations of the undesirables as defined by the Norse Gods of Aryan legend.

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    Tuesday, February 28, 2012

    Svenhead is a Boobie Sensor

    Warning: Svenhead should not be used in the presence of heavy machinery. If you experience a Svenhead lasting more than four hours, be sure to consult your doctor. Svenhead should not be taken after eating Italian food. Svenhead does, however, enjoy melons.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Tuesday, November 22, 2011

    “Would You Like to Buy Some Time Share in Acapulco?”

    Yellow Eyes said in a thick Scandanavian accent to Marisa.

    “Uhm, no.” She replied.

    And the colored lenses go, “doo de doo, de doo, de do de do, doo, de doo, de doo, de doo de doo doooooo….”

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, November 4, 2011

    An Open Letter to Giggling Lana

    Dear Giggling Lana,

    Your coy hint of huckleberry perfume and melodious lilt to your heaving bosoms upon hearing a knock knock joke entice me to your rose pedals like a honey bee to, uhm, rose pedals.

    I wouldst not judge you for dating Oily Russian Bohunks with creepy mannequin rouge upon their cheeks.

    For yours is the tautness of summer spring bed bouncing childhood innocence wrought through early hormonal onslaught and flowering in perfect adulthood butt paddle.

    Marry me. And then divorce me.

    Sincerely,
    DB1

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, October 20, 2011

    Parappa the Rappa

    Kick! Punch! It’s all in the mind!

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    Thursday, October 13, 2011

    Nuke LaDouche

    A steaming pile of Euro regurgitation of post apocalyptic crudscrape is no way to go through life, son.

    Trinya, the intimidating Russian dominatrix, would paddle me hardly, abruptly, and with no mercy for my plaintive wails.

    For I have been bad.

    And so I clean her leather boots with my pee.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, September 8, 2011

    Greasy Ramon Says “Whut You Want?”

    For sheer stomach punch wrongness, this greasy cohabit between Greasy Ramon and suckle nibble spankle pooch Kelly, with fertile and viable womb that dazzles both flora and fauna equally and causes Zoroastrian Monks to chant existential Gaelic curse words, is notable.

    Hers is the fabled Mayan Eye of Coitus from a body that offer that most nibbly of organic free range fair trade skin gnawble.

    He’s a greasy Europud.

    The DB1 needs coffee.

    # posted by douchebag1
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