Moobs
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Peter Pumpinhead and Mary Mammageddon Approve of the HCwDB of the Week
This legendary HCwDB freakshow expresses approval in the only way they know how.
By becoming a cloud.
Thursday, June 14, 2012Dieselcrotch Says, "Look at My Diesel Crotch!"
The Giggling Gigli Triplets giggle and politely decline.
Hours later, the bedroom on their rental cottage smelled like mothballs and patchouli.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012Tommy "Moobs" McShane Continues to be Confused About Gender Difference
Lemme break it down, McShane. Boobs > Moobs.
Alyssa and her friend Rachel understand this simple concept. Stop trying to distract. You’re upsetting the gender hierarchies.
Thursday, April 26, 2012Moobs n' Boobs
No, you see Tommy, the way it works is we *want* to see Alyssa’s Cleavite. For she offers twin snack cakes of delightful mastication and future baby feeding agility.
Your cleavite just smells like Old Spice and semi-employment at the Snappy Snack Shack. One in every state.
To celebrate Alyssa’s round mound quality, my goal today is to eat twelve Twinkies.
Why?
Because if Twinkies are going out of business, I’mma go out of business with them.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012Narm
Your scrubbley narrator is well shorn and back in misty Los Angeles. Lotssa pics in the hamper this week for hottie/douchey deconstruction. So lets do this thing.
Oh, and Narm.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012Mongo Stares at You
Do not stare back.
No, not even if Bright Eyes Simone giggle mellifluously in your direction.
For you do not want to experience Mongo’s infamous “Crisco Fondle.”
Legend has it you will not cough right for a week.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012Leo 'Tard
Once, when I was ten, I set off a firecracker and blew up some ants on a leaf. Then I cried.
Now I know that I spared those ants having to live in a world with Leo ‘Tard. And so I feel assuaged.
Thursday, January 26, 2012Mooby Mooby Moo
Too-tight t-shirts and moob reveal punch the Baby Tebus in both the frankincense and the mur.
Li-yen’s emotionally distant Hong Kong-born parents never bothered to be nice to her. And so she dates the Gwai-Lo.
And not just any Gwai-Lo.
Douche Gwai-Lo.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012Kevin's Adventures in Thailand
I’m pretty sure this story ends with a bathtub filled with ice, the smell of iodine, a bucket of horse spittle dumped over a rancid latrine, and the distant whine of a forlorn chihuahua who ate no noodles for dinner.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012The Wrong Kind of Boob Reveal
What you looking at, brgho? Consuelo kick yu-arr ass, brgho. Consuelo also lika de rouggggeee. But dat not maka him gay!
Ambiguously Persian Semitic Hott Naomi offers the sneaky real world sphincter tickle of oblique erotic trauma.
