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    Friday, July 18, 2008

    Bugsy


    Ladies, he’s not the coolest senior in your small Iowa farming community.

    I know you’re impressed because he runs stop signs and once told the guy at the 7-11 to “eat me raw.” I know you think he’s the bomb when he freestyles to Lil’ Wayne.

    But no, ladies. This won’t get back at daddy.

    He does, however, feature stylin’ wood paneling from the Home Depot. On sale through Friday for $9.99 a yard.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Friday, July 18, 2008

    Friday Haiku


    Boobie Blonde says, “Shhh….”
    Goose Runner in the distance,

    Blue Hat, like douche moon.

    retarded muppet
    is offering up the goose
    to bikini hotts

    — johnny scrotten

    everybody loves a clown
    but not this time
    back in the small car bozo

    — douchetoevsky

    Snapple crawls up beach
    Tries to cop a feel of hott.
    Kill him, Snapple, kill.

    — mr. white

    “Charlie’s Angels” hotts
    who knew Charlie and Bosley
    were such giant ‘bags?

    -idahohottpotato

    Fuzzy blue hat douche,
    keep out of hottie sammich.
    Reverse oreo!

    — blair

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, July 17, 2008

    Buffalo Scroteja


    Dreadlocked Chinja…

    J-Lo Milf is sweet, and has a lovely patch of pale cleavite, and maybe even a hint of Mr. Nipper, showing.

    Yeah, I just said “Mr. Nipper.” My ancestors weep with shame.

    But we haven’t had a Hippie/Rastabag on the site in awhile. Not even one who looks like Ram Sweeney in Heathers.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, July 17, 2008

    Caption This Pic


    Jennifer had the distinct feeling that the Douche-Radar Antenna she bought on sale at Radio Shack might be busted.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, July 17, 2008

    Reader Mail: Henry's 'Bag Tag

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    DB1,

    Long-time reader, first-time writer. I was in San Diego for a buddy’s bachelor party this past weekend and to celebrate the 4th, we decided to hangout at the beach front patio of our hotel, which as a common area had many hotts.

    One such Hott was the cute brunette in the attached pic. Soon enough she remarked about some Eminem-wannabe douche scrote (who was trying to start his own New Douche Move 2008 by “Running with the Absolut”). I immediately realized her ‘bag hunter potential and showed her your site on my Blackberry. She became an immediate fan.

    By the time she was ready to tag her first, the high level game had vacated, but we were able to corner the low-level scrote pictured. While he is absent mandanas or hand gestures, I believe that the soul patch, arched eyebrow, and especially the chain & lock arm tattoo are proof positive of Grieco infection.

    -Henry

    PS – I promised her that her ‘bag tag would make it on-line, so if the pic is clear enough please help this fellow douche-hunter in pursuit of the hott keep his word and keep guiding this ‘bag-hunting padawan.
    —-

    Nicely done, sir. Now put down the keyboard and follow up with that girl by massaging her ankles with tea tree oil and a dash of parsley, while humming the theme to Stripes. That move never fails.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, July 17, 2008

    Ice Man


    Must you make the Douche-Face, working man’s Val Kilmer?

    Ubiquitous Red Cup has taken over your shorts, and even though Jenny’s going wild on Spring Break and I can’t pin you as a super-douche, there’s still something about you that makes me itch like a post-coital Lohan.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Thursday, July 17, 2008

    Shades


    I haven’t seen horizontal slot glasses that annoying since my last colonoscopy.

    I don’t know what that means.

    Don’t mind me. I’m a marshmallow in the S’more of uncaffeinated confusion. I go now.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, July 16, 2008

    The Bagnana Daiquiri II


    Yup, January’s HCwDB of the Week Finalist (and eventual loser to Deathtongue)The Bagnana Daiquiri, is still swirling out there, showing off the groin fungus.

    Thankfully this time, Disembodied Hott Arm (DHA) has appeared to offer a collective statement of response.

    Speaking of the cultural violence of market system hierarchy, wasn’t there a 1960s book on the colonial subjugation of indigenous peoples, written by Frantz Fanon, called Black Underwear, White Belt?

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, July 16, 2008

    Reader Mail: Aussie HCwDB — Peter Andre and Jordan


    Pratt writes in to respond to last week’s post on Aussie hottie/douchey couplings:

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    DB1-

    I humbly submit that you have missed the greatest Australian HCWDB in the world today (and possibly tomorrow too). Peter Andre and Jordan aka Kate Richie aka English “Nike Pump” bleeth.

    I have not seen the likes of choad-head-condom with mega-bling combo since a school trip to the planetarium made me dizzy.

    “That ain’t a douche…THIS!…is a douche”
    – Pratt
    —-

    She’s a little too celebu-trampy for true hott status, but you present a compelling case for Aussiebaggery, Pratt, and get extra props for the Croc Dundee reference.

    To answer Cieran’s email yesterday from Ireland, maybe all the Eurobags went down to Australia to scrote up the hotts, where they joined rugby leagues, bought annoying bling, and shaved their chests.

    Still, that dude could bench press my face with one hand while eating a Choco-Taco with the other.

    # posted by douchebag1
    Wednesday, July 16, 2008

    The Boobie Epiphany


    Lil’ Head’s Epiphany (a one-act):

    Lil’ Head: Boobies!!

    Big Head: Lil’ Head, we’ve talked about this repeatedly. Those large soft fleshmounds will only lead us into trouble.

    Lil’ Head: How do you figure?

    Big Head: First we have to convince her to ditch the cactus head. Then spend two hours at the cabana while she Woos with her six annoying Woo-Hott friends from Michigan State. Then she’ll borrow our credit card and disappear for four hours.

    Lil’ Head: And your point is? I reiterate: boobies.

    Big Head: Look lil’ head, it’s important that you learn context. Place the boobies into a larger framework.

    Lil’ Head: By framework, you mean the butt cheeks and the holy hooha.

    Big Head: The holy hooha is not what I’m talking about.

    Lil’ Head: Well you should be. I’ll bet it’s where angels fear to tread, afraid to sully its perfection.

    Big Head: No, but that’s very poetic, Lil’ Head.

    Lil’ Head: Thank you. I’m feeling poetic today. And by poetic, I mean inspired by boobies!!

    Big Head: Alls I want you to realize, Lil’ H, is that boobies alone are not enough to convince us to spend six hours on a fruitless quest, only to be left at the bar when another zebra-striped douchescrote walks by.

    Lil’ Head: Hmm.

    Big Head: Think of it this way, Lil’ Head. Pursuing the Bleeth Hott means boobies that are always out of reach. And boobies out of reach are not boobies at all.

    Lil’ Head: So you’re saying if we chase the Boobies we cannot grab, then we lose the potential to locate another set of Boobies that we CAN grab.

    Big Head: Exactly!

    Lil’ Head: I will have to sleep on that. But first… Boobies!

    Big Head: (sigh)

    and… scene.

    # posted by douchebag1
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