Smelma Fanga
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Saturday, December 26, 2015
Hans Klaussenn Vants You To Party Mit Greta on ze New Years
I can’t tell if it’s the furry leg boots, the weird water bottle utility belt, or the stench of post-Reich fascist mandated dance fun enveloping this lost, wayward collection of Nordic generibots that rankles the pits of my punditry the most.
Alls I know is watching these two shards of electroglide fall into a photo-lens distorted morass of dark ambiguity and bodyspray ennui is enough to throttle all of our gizzards like some lost Herman Hesse novel on the religious profundity of scrotal fungae.
Or maybe it’s just that elbowdanna. –
Regardless, Gretaboobs say Meine Kleine Happy New Yearzenspelche!!
And really, doesn’t that just say it all?
Happy 2016.
From all of us at HCwDB.
Which is still just me.
And my ‘Train. And my brand new renovated kitchen.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013After the Horrokiss
Greaser Matt and Hott Layla’s sister, Hott Tonya, pose for posterity’s sake.
And by posterity, I mean posterior.
And by posterior, I mean the Baby Tebus pooping on Gandhi.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013Horrokiss
Show me one Halloween event remotely as scary, puke worthy or toxic crotch lice inducingly awful as Greaser Matt making out with Hott Layla, and I’ll buy you a gold plated raisin.
But only a 14 karat gold plated raisin. No 24 karats all up in this shiz.
On my way back to LA from Vegas.
The craps table is a mean and heartless she-bitch.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013The Flobot Snags Hard Rock Heather
And the Lilliputians rejoiced!!
I have no idea what that means.
I fondled a kitten once.
Monday, September 23, 2013What Happens in Vegas Parking Lots at 2am Lives On On the Internet
So sorry, Manny.
Now wipe up theose panty stains with a wipey and lets hope Giggle Suzanne and Pouty Rachel live to see better days.
Monday, August 26, 2013NadaFinga Douche is trying to tell us something…
But I cannot fathom what it is.
By all means, enlighten me as to what he’s trying to tell us, as always, in the comments section.
Son.
