HCwDB After Dark
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Tuesday, October 8, 2013
HCwDB After Dark…
Baby’s asleep…
HC1 is off getting dinner…
The DB1 is drunk on tasty fortified Night Train wine…
Time to appreciate a hot tub gaggle of middle management hotts even if they led Ned From Sales in to make Douche Hand Gesture #21…
And by appreciate, I mean apearrrciate…
Wednesday, May 8, 2013HCwDB After Dark: Send in The Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts
Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Boobs here at last on the ground,
Legs in mid-air.
Send in the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts.
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps drinking shots of Patron,
One who can’t move.
Where are the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts?
Send in the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts.
Just when I’d stopped popping my collar,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual bling,
Sure of my bodyspray,
My crotch it does sting.
Don’t you love boobs?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts?
Quick, send in the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts.
Don’t bother, they’re here.
Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it douchey,
Losing my timing this late
In my something that rhymes with douchey?
And where are the Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts?
There ought to be Paid-to-Pose Slutty Hotts.
Well, maybe…. next… year.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013HCwDB After Dark
As the great eleventh century rabbi and scholar Moses Maimonides once said, and I’m paraphrasing, “there are many ways to honk a boober hooter, but only one purity of suckle pear.”
At least that’s how I choose to remember reading it.
Monday, January 7, 2013Poo Party
And lo, when the Tri-Hott Bikini Hotts come together to grovel at the heart of Doucheness, then hark! the Hardyclowns will say “Yo.”
— The ‘Bag of Mormon
Jenn Pearwoman for the “win.” Although it’s a Pyrrhic victory. And by Pyrrhic, I mean doughy.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012HCwDB After Dark
It may only be June, but Santa Claus always has time for Pear.
Up late?
Pull up a chair. Hang out with me.
Grab a tasty chocolate cruller from the catered spread over on the alpaca lanai.
Enjoy a lapsong souchong latte.
And join me for a game Champagne Katie Chess Pear.
Pawn star jokes? Perhaps.
But first, I make my move. Bishop to Glute 3. Czech mate.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012HCwDB After Dark: The Smell of Alpaca Poo
Perfect doe-eyed Quartasian Corrie and her three Besties (Ashley, Kelly and Ananda) smell something in presence of D.J. Fargin Icehole.
It’s either bologna. Or flies.
Monday, April 30, 2012HCwDB After Dark: His Name is Mok
HCwDB After Dark – Douche McDingle gots mad leg for ya, baby
This is where we get a leg up on the competition, gentle readers.
Some share booty. We disseminate Mass Ass.
Because of your resounding showing in the comments section, we here at the well-greased machine that is the DarkSock Satellite Office feel that you have earned a precious nugget hidden away in the Pear Reserves, like a solid gold jet ski stashed in the Vatican vaults.
Behold – Hallowed Hall o’ Pear Legend AssPear LaPlante: The Front Side Of The Moon!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012Douche McDingle: Your Host For HCwDB – After Dark(Sock) Edition
Douche McDingle and his little friend Penny Pearbottom called to say “But…butt…DarkSock…Where’s the Pear?”
It’s right here, you backsliders.
Pear doesn’t just grow on trees, you know…
OK; I will sprinkle you with just one more.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011HCwDB After Dark: Riff Raff Would Like to Show You His Spaghetti
You seen him on TV.
He leaves the sauce in the packet.
