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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Teddy's Midlife Crisis
Let me guess, Teddy.
The Eighth Deadly Sin… Shiney Head?
Mmm… matching PTP Bunnies tug with wild primal abandon and make the Tuesday go fuzzier.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009Teddy’s Midlife Crisis
Let me guess, Teddy.
The Eighth Deadly Sin… Shiney Head?
Mmm… matching PTP Bunnies tug with wild primal abandon and make the Tuesday go fuzzier.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009Fingerpud Says "I Voted in the Weekly!"
Fingerpud is bringing the ‘bagling scrotudinous on a Ginger/Mary-Ann combo as he votes in the HCwDB of the Week.
Mary-Ann hates her dad.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009Fingerpud Says “I Voted in the Weekly!”
Fingerpud is bringing the ‘bagling scrotudinous on a Ginger/Mary-Ann combo as he votes in the HCwDB of the Week.
Mary-Ann hates her dad.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009HCwDB of the Week
Bring it On. Step It Up. Another three word expression that will end up being the title of a teen dance movie.
With two weeks of pics to cull through, this is a juicy weekly. And by juicy, I mean fecal. And by Rosencrantz, I mean Guildenstern. And by Rosenberg, I mean Goldstein.
Here’s your picks:
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #1: The Krackenbag
What can be said when one of the Joey Porsche crew sets off on his own to douche it up, O.G.D.B. style? Not much, other than “ballsack.”
With shirtless Fabio pose, chin strap and one of the greasiest spikey blowouts we’ve seen in months, we have Released the Krackenbag in all the wrong ways.
But what of Candice?
She’s quirky hott. Not traditionally cute, but with large sexy eyes and pouty lips that suggest she may be hotter than her photos suggest.
And what of the bra/boob poke? This strange configuration suggests the blouse/shirt was designed to allow pokey boobie.
And pokie boobie makes the DB1 happy. Even after a three day weekend.
But is this combo hottie/douchey enough to win the Weekly? That has yet to be determined. On to #2…
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #2: Melvin the Zebra and Laura Mars Hott
I wasn’t sure if Melvin really rose to the status of HCwDB of the Week Finalist, but the truth is that Laura Mars Hott is so creepy sexy lithe hotness, I had to go with it.
She’s another unconventional beauty who is far more than the sum of her parts. And I’m not just saying that due to the smallish boobosity.
She has the strongest hip bones I’ve seen since biology class. I would sack race a tribe of northern Egyptian Zoroastrian pygmies just for the chance to rub her discarded mascara on my lower stomach while crying “Maaaaamaaa” in Gaelic.
He is wearing strange zebra-esque pants just baggy/tight enough to show off his peen.
Toss in the bling, the Ark of the Covenant tattoo, and the Raiders Cap (auto +1 douche saving throw), and this coupling brought the wrong enough to make the Weekly.
But Paid to Pose? Could that be Melvin and Laura’s achilles heel?
HCwDB of the Week Finalist #3: Swiffer Head
Swiffer Head is classic party poo. ‘Tude and hair gel in a pouty, ass grabbing toxic mix of cultural rot.
The triumverate of hotts did not get the love they deserved the first time around.
They are three distinct “getable” levels of hott, the real girls at the office party who actually do make out with you in the supply closet.
And for that, they are to be celebrated as much as Swiffer Head’s star hair thing and chinstrap should be mocked.
(Dis)honorable mention to The Party Pud, Smelvis in the Friday Haiku, Propellerhead, Tudo and Kegger Dogs, all of whom were worthy contenders and just barely missed the cut.
Which of these three has enough hotness and enough poobaggery to call itself the Weekly Winner?
That, fellow ‘bag hunters and huntresses, is your power to control. Vote, as ever, in the comments thread.
Monday, May 25, 2009Happy Memorial Day
HCwDB legend Chandlerbag, honors Memorial Day by studying the impact of chest bombs.
Yes, that joke was too easy.
Yes, your humble narrator, the DB1 is in New York and yes, he’s already drunk. And yes, he’s talking in the third person.
May your BBQs be both celebratory and solemnly reflective. HCwDB will return full force, with the HCwDB of the Week tomorrow morning.
In the interim, toast a Red Cup of ‘Train to the troops. And to boobs. Because you can multitask.
Or, if you’re bored with today’s lack of posts, enjoy what is inarguably the greatest two minute sequence in cinematic history.
Sunday, May 24, 2009Mike Fazio is "The Douche of the Party"
Seriously, WTF, Philadelphia?
First the scrotal infection that is Arthur Kade. Now this?
Sunday, May 24, 2009Mike Fazio is “The Douche of the Party”
Seriously, WTF, Philadelphia?
First the scrotal infection that is Arthur Kade. Now this?
Saturday, May 23, 2009Tigerpants
Because nothing says “Straight Outta Greenwich” quite like bow tying the pants with the scary tiger on them.
I would, however, gnaw on Kimberly’s exposed belly area like a grazing African Norwegian emu searching for mealworms.
Not because I want to. But because it’s my civic duty.
And I take civic duties seriously.
EDIT: A few readers have noted that emus are actually from Australia, so I fixed the post appropriately.
Saturday, May 23, 2009Your Saturday Hoffspring
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Nothing quite says “punk-rock killa” like the form fitting muscle tee, guitarist for Hoffspring.
Oh Angela. The only thing that compliments your lacey arm things is the low self esteem dancing behind your eyes.
Hoffspring does not have the answer, Angela.
The only thing Hoffspring has is credit card debt, a 1992 Range Rover, and a sick collection of Desert Storm Trading Cards. Which’ll be worth money some day.
