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Thursday, May 20, 2010
A Thursday Night Dose of Hot Chick
Okay, after that Milfy Boozehound, we need a shot of wholesome hott purity on the site.
Vinny is only a minor league choad, but Margarita is a pure drinkable hott shot. Sweet and with sexy accent. I’d subscribe to her magazine, and then slap myself with a slice of pimento loaf.
Thursday, May 20, 2010The Milfy Boozehound and the Shirtless Uberchoad
Stackhouse’s magnum gropus kinda took the buzz out of the rest of today’s posts.
But here’s a pretty disturbing blend of milfy boozehound and shirtless uberchoad, neither of whom deserve more distinctive names than that.
Whatever happened to No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dice?
If Spicolli had to put on a shirt back in the day, then where did we as a society go off the rails?
Thursday, May 20, 2010Eugene Throws Game
It’s near impossible to follow up the words of douchal wisdom spoken by our 2010 poet laureate of scrotewankery, so here’s a pic of Eugene throwing some “special ed” game at Kat.
Tragically, note Kat’s Ed Hardy t-shirt.
She is Bleeth with Broccoli. And I’m ashamed for making that pun.
Thursday, May 20, 2010Stackhouse the Poet’s “I Cam With a Left Handed Jew”
You asked for it. You got it. The ‘bag hunters have spoken.
HCwDB is proud to present the latest poem from outsider artist and mega doucheclown Stackhouse the Poet, entitled “I Cam With a Left Handed Jew”:
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Some skank I use to date tried me in court cause I dumped her. She alleged I beat her ass. She came with a public defender, I cam with a left handed Jew, who mopped the floor With her. It was pretty bad, she ruined my 3rd graduation and much more, but seeing her be made a full of in court was priceless. U don’t bring a knife to a gun fight, and u sure as sh*t don’t bring a public defender against 1 of the top lawyers in America 10 years running Enjoy paying for the court reporter 4 the 5 hour trial u went on. A book of lies always falls like a sh*tty garbage bag.
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Back 2crushin vag sets & pounding booze, “I got public defenders free,the “Im broke, please defend me womans refugee camp” trying to ask me how much I drink a day. Well, odds R more than u, I make more than 40k a year, so I can reward my self on a much higher merit than u ever can. But I gotta give props 2 ur bootleg degree &bank roll, total boss sh*t. Im out, Im free from false accusations, Get Some
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Making $, still being represented on websites, doing work on my days off. That should tell u something, when I win in court or break a bitch off it makes headlines. When most who try ur man do the same, no friends, no family, not sh*t comes out in recognition 4 u. Just doin famous ass, good looking me, my FB page retails at 100k with 1500 friends. Add that up and see what man ur playing tricks with. On my page a lot aparently. Its not how many u have its the traffic the produce. I’m making Zburg f*cking stacks and he knows it. I’ve been told, that’s all I’m saying Get Some
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Get Some, indeed, young douche poet of a generation. Get some, indeed.
Thursday, May 20, 2010Stackhouse the Poet's "I Cam With a Left Handed Jew"
You asked for it. You got it. The ‘bag hunters have spoken.
HCwDB is proud to present the latest poem from outsider artist and mega doucheclown Stackhouse the Poet, entitled “I Cam With a Left Handed Jew”:
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Some skank I use to date tried me in court cause I dumped her. She alleged I beat her ass. She came with a public defender, I cam with a left handed Jew, who mopped the floor With her. It was pretty bad, she ruined my 3rd graduation and much more, but seeing her be made a full of in court was priceless. U don’t bring a knife to a gun fight, and u sure as sh*t don’t bring a public defender against 1 of the top lawyers in America 10 years running Enjoy paying for the court reporter 4 the 5 hour trial u went on. A book of lies always falls like a sh*tty garbage bag.
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Back 2crushin vag sets & pounding booze, “I got public defenders free,the “Im broke, please defend me womans refugee camp” trying to ask me how much I drink a day. Well, odds R more than u, I make more than 40k a year, so I can reward my self on a much higher merit than u ever can. But I gotta give props 2 ur bootleg degree &bank roll, total boss sh*t. Im out, Im free from false accusations, Get Some
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Making $, still being represented on websites, doing work on my days off. That should tell u something, when I win in court or break a bitch off it makes headlines. When most who try ur man do the same, no friends, no family, not sh*t comes out in recognition 4 u. Just doin famous ass, good looking me, my FB page retails at 100k with 1500 friends. Add that up and see what man ur playing tricks with. On my page a lot aparently. Its not how many u have its the traffic the produce. I’m making Zburg f*cking stacks and he knows it. I’ve been told, that’s all I’m saying Get Some
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Get Some, indeed, young douche poet of a generation. Get some, indeed.
Thursday, May 20, 2010When Ed Hardy Kills The Hottness
Here’s a great example where the Hardpocalypse pollution, and an aging rocker schroad, are simply too much for a potential hottie to survive.
This is what we define as “Bleeth.” The moment at which hot chick’s exposure to douchebaggery is so intense, she collapses into a sneering, gum snapping facade of hand gestures, attitude and wasted quality boobage.
So sad. But at least we have Stackhouse poetry coming up.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010Carmela’s Parents Regret Their Decision to Move to Calabassas
Carmela’s father, Enrique, made it clear on their first drive through the neighborhood when Carmela was eight.
“What’s with all these wigger douches on the street corners with their skateboards?” Enrique asked his wife Pam, as they drove through the streets of their new home.
“Oh, honey. It’ll be fine. The school systems are good, and it’s very safe here.”
Twelve years later, Enrique likes to drink a lot.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010Carmela's Parents Regret Their Decision to Move to Calabassas
Carmela’s father, Enrique, made it clear on their first drive through the neighborhood when Carmela was eight.
“What’s with all these wigger douches on the street corners with their skateboards?” Enrique asked his wife Pam, as they drove through the streets of their new home.
“Oh, honey. It’ll be fine. The school systems are good, and it’s very safe here.”
Twelve years later, Enrique likes to drink a lot.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010To Stack or Not to Stack?
HCwDB’s 2010 poet laureate and HCwDB of the Month winner, Stackhouse, has a new poem he’s ready to publish.
But many in the community are suffering Stacktigue. They’re thinking, “enough with this guy.” So your humble narrator has a question for you.
Is too much Stackhouse simply a case of my sorry ass going back to the well to come up with material because I’m too lazy and hung over to dig around and find new mockworthy ‘bags? Or is Stackhousian poetry pure, unadulterated, douche genius? Or both?
Should I run it?
Or have you had enough of Stacky until the Yearly?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010Night Oranger and Chrissy Celebrate
To celebrate their victory in the HCwDB of the Week, Night Oranger expresses joy with his masculine “hang loose” handgesture, as well as ongoing shirtlessness, greasyness, shavedness and orangeness.
Scroterin!! What’s your price for blight? You’ve finally seen the camel toe…
Sister Christian, aka Chriss, is pure, lickable and highly teddy bear grabby.
Juan just wants to quit his job at Subway. He especially hates having to tell the customers which of the footlongs are five dollars and which are regular price. But Juan needs the money.
