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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Asswankery in the Subcontinent
Somewhere in the floating ethereal afterlife of spiritual spectrality, Mahatma Gandhi just took a dump on St. Peter’s face in silent protest for the travesty of this clip.
Then Gandhi macked on Mother Theresa by busting his patented “Gandiggity neck massage.”
Which is just wrong. Cut it out, Gandhi. Don’t make me call over Buddha to settle this at the mahjong table.
Saturday, May 15, 2010Nicole’s Dating a Cabbage Patch Face
Nicole’s childhood Cabbage Patch Kid fixation is still being worked out in therapy.
Saturday, May 15, 2010Nicole's Dating a Cabbage Patch Face
Nicole’s childhood Cabbage Patch Kid fixation is still being worked out in therapy.
Friday, May 14, 2010Average Dudes Who Think Strippers Like Ed Hardy
They don’t. And they don’t.
Friday, May 14, 2010Young Ted Gets a Nottadouche
Maybe I’m feeling generous this Friday, but I’m giving one of our rare nottadouches to Ted here.
Ted’s obviously watched a bit too much VH1. The hair’s a bit fwippy. The vest + shirt is hipsterbag douche. The arm tatt is somewhat suspect.
But there’s just not enough evidence to convict.
Here’s your nottadouche and goinpeace, Ted. Good work on snagging Supple Rachel for the prom.
Now clean up your room.
And Rach, when you get to Sarah Lawrence, call me. I’ll sneak you into a bar on the lower east side and ply you with Cosmos while I pretend to listen to your dreams of a career in urban planning.
Thursday, May 13, 2010Billy Has a Thought
“If girls with large breasts work at Hooters, then do girls with one leg work at IHOP?”
Thursday, May 13, 2010The Raisin
The pec tatt reads:
Yea, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of douche, I will fear no prune face; for thou art with me; My rod and my nads, they shrivel like roasted tacquitos. But do not judge me. For I had a long day at the office and am a tad constipated.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010HCwDB: Jenga Style
I always wondered what was going on inside that Jenga tower.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010Billy Corsican
For Billy Corsican, nothing slays the Hottie Rabbit of Caerbannog in the Grotto where Boys Play quite like the Holy Chest Grenade of Scrotioch.
Or, if mish-mash confused references that oscillate between Python and early 90s Grunge Douche isn’t your thing, this guy is a ‘bag because he’s dressed like a medieval pirate with an orange chest shave.
Playboy Pam is working her way up the Hef Chain like an ambitious pre-coital Barbie Benton.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010'Bag Libs: Yo Jimbo Edition
Yesterday’s HCwDB ‘Bag Libs game produced a hilarious thread, so lets keep it going:
Yo Jimbo knew if there was one thing Japanese girls most loved about his _____, it was the way his _____ was always able to ______.
Fill in the blanks in the comments thread.
