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    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Gaggle o' Taint


    I have nothing clever to say about this atrocity of a pic, so I will simply declare the following:

    I like Fig Newtons. They’re tasty. And go good with milk.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Gaggle o’ Taint


    I have nothing clever to say about this atrocity of a pic, so I will simply declare the following:

    I like Fig Newtons. They’re tasty. And go good with milk.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Chug Life 4 Eva


    Ah yes, Chug Life.

    It’s been over a year since your pale saggy scrote (dis)graced HCwDB.

    Your ladies remain suckleworthy, even as your teeth fall out like a post-transport Seth Brundlefly with jaundice.

    And your sad nipple star tatt falls from the sky, as seen by The Little Prince on Planet B612.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    D–ch-b-g


    Even without all the letters, Gina was still able to read this guy’s shirt.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Caption This Pic Thursday


    Your humble narrator’s brain is badly hungover this morning, and bummed out by the sad news about David Carradine. Rest in peace, Kwai Chang Caine.

    I need to go get a coffee.

    So while I’m off at the local Coffee Bean, I’m turning this one over to you for a “Caption This Pic.” I’ll start it off:

    After getting Clara drunk on lemon shooters at the beach party, Dave offered to take her back to his place to show her his painting.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    The Waldettes


    Secondary pic confirmation that the triumvirate of hott from last night’s “Where’s Waldouche?” pic are indeed quality suckle thigh.

    Also confirmation that they like to hang out with uberchoads.

    Nice four-dimensional hat tilt, Patrick Poowing.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Where's Waldouche?


    Somewhere in this lineup of three absolutely delicious strawberry whipped toppings of boobie hott braised crème brûlée goodness, I’ve carefully hidden not one, but two, wanksta waldouches.

    Look closely.

    Can you find them?

    Degree of Difficulty: Three Axe Bodysprays.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, June 4, 2009

    Where’s Waldouche?


    Somewhere in this lineup of three absolutely delicious strawberry whipped toppings of boobie hott braised crème brûlée goodness, I’ve carefully hidden not one, but two, wanksta waldouches.

    Look closely.

    Can you find them?

    Degree of Difficulty: Three Axe Bodysprays.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, June 3, 2009

    E-BLO


    E-Blo has no need for a bra. For his pecs are pecs of Aqua Steel.

    E-Blo has no need for facial expresions. For his hands and bling say it all.

    E-Blo has no need to notice his trashy, Bleethy but strangely sexy girl. For even though her nasal voice shreds ferrets, she has nice boobies.

    E-Blo has no need for a studded white belt.

    Oh wait.

    Yes. Yes he does.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, June 3, 2009

    The Moozer


    I don’t know exactly what a Moozer is.

    Maybe it’s like a Wangdoodle. Or a Hornswaggler. Or a Snozzwanger.

    Or even a Vermicious Knid.

    But this guy is a Moozer. And Katie has made a poor choice.

    Almost as poor as buying a Staples “Easy” button and sticking it to your wall.

    # posted by douchebag1
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