Happy Presidents Day!
Like a lost Vegas tourist caught passing behind an HCwDB disaster in mid trainwreck, your humble narrator is back in sunny Los Angeles.
A week well spent on the snowy East Coast.
Lots of pizza and burgers were consumed. Drinks were imbibed. Diapers changed.
Firing up some new pics for this week so we can get our mock on again. For those of you caught in yet another snowstorm, alls I can offer is this humble soliloquy.
Evil Yellow Sunball Does Not Approve of Toronto Mayor Rob Ford
Evil Yellow Sunball has now seen it all.
Yes, that Toronto Mayor Rob Ford. When douching it up with the bar hotties barely holds a candle to crack videos and the cray-cray.
When the douche virus hits the politicians, then and only then will psychedelic toad save us all.
Valentine's Day Thoughts and Links
Yup. That’s Pert Fertile Fiona and Greaser Chadwick Von Dickhead.
Turns out the height difference wasn’t so easy to spot back in the car. But the hottie/douchey stench remains the same. Yet again cohabitating in ways that make digging out from a snowstorm seem like pointless pathos.
Albert Camus once took a poop with more spiritual meaning than these two.
They make me piddle cry weep for suckle taut waste.
Anyways. Another Friday, as the kids say. Only a minimal set of links as your humble narrator navigates the wily streets of wintery ol’ New York. But here’s ya go:
Your HCwDB Buy Some Shit After Clicking this Amazon Link to help support the site link of the Week: “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.”
RIP to East Village poetry legend Maggie Estep. The New York I knew in the 90s really is gone. But in the 90s they were bitching about the lost New York of the 70s. And so it goes.
Sharknado 2 announces its cast. I’ve already cynically live-tweeted through the whole thing in an alternate universe. Especially that part with the fake looking shark.
Here’s some old Star Wars posters you might not have seen. I would pay serious money for the one from Hungary.
Do Jewish men have a thing for Asian women? Do puff piece articles about ethnic stereotypes have a think for click-bait headlines?
Speaking of geeky click-bait headlines: Twenty five Critical Theory Valentine’s Cards
I just bought Drake’s new album. Not impressive.
“And remember folks, the initials for Valentine’s Day are “V.D.” — Says my third grade self if I could have Tweeted back then.
Okay. Ya done good kid. You earned it:
For how all of life should wake up.
Valentine's Day Haiku
As they couch-flounce here,
Jenna Jameson looks on
Disapprovingly.
Or…
On Valentine’s Day,
Cupid, draw back your bow, and
Pin them to this couch.
Randy deals cocaine
A lot, lot lot of cocaine
And his clients suck
— saulgoode42
Douche doppelgänger
Same end as Phil S. Hoffman
Too soon to make joke?
— THEONETRUEDOUCHE
They don’t do drummers
Since the gyroscope was put
In their Monkey holes.
— The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Asian girls bookend
Big legged blonde in middle
Want her bro to scram
— Vin Douchal
This pic makes me wish
Cupid shot a flamethrower
Instead of arrows
— hermit
Gregg Allman bloated
From liver transplant and booze
Still can pull the Hotts
— DoucheyWallnuts
Your Daily Nez: How Not To Get Through a Snow Day
If you find yourself frustrated, covered in melting ice, digging a car out of a snowbank, or otherwise trapped in by inclement weather, do not, I repeat, do NOT, entertain the following thought:
Somewhere, in sunnier climates, Pert Fertile Fiona has decided to cofondle with Greaser Chadwick Von Dickhead.
Do not let that thought enter your mind. Not for one second. Forget you read this post. Forget it now.
For it will not help.
It is a reverse mantra.
It is a thought that is the opposite of Zen.
It is what I call “Nez.”
Shaun White Dresses Like A Sirloin Choadsteak
I realize that something called the Olympics are taking place.
I also realize that this important relic of cold war myopia continue to occupy a place of nostalgia in the heart of Baby Boomers. Sad.
Such an antiquated notion of border crossings through sportsmanship. In the age of the internet it just seems silly.
even if they do have sexy curling.
I also object on the grounds that winter and summer are celebrated with Olympics while spring and fall are treated like step-gingers. Discrimination, I tells ya. It’s not right.
That being said.
Not sure who he is.
Am sure he dresses like a Sirloin Choadsteak.
Now how do I get out of this snowstorm? Someone send Jameson, stat!
Spray-Z Is a Giant Ball of She-Leech
And if you have to ask what a Giant Ball of She-Leech is, I point you no further then the Turtle Leeches of Mexico.
Okay, so I got a late start on updating the site today. I was out all night doing crazzzzy things. Like what? Like… uhm… okay. This.
Cuz I’m crazy like that.
Spray-Z Shows Undies, Cuddles Jenny, Punches Vishnu in the Groin
By the wings of a shoulder tatt, I will urinate on home plate for this sin against Vishnu.
The Act of Groin Spray
I can think of no more toxic a choadsteak this side of Sheboygan.
If I were still competent enough to do the Douchie Awards around here, we’d definitely list Simulated Groin Spray Featuring Bottled Water on our finals list.
But as we know, I’m not competent to do much these days.
Except crack a sunflower seed with my teeth. I got that shiz down.
Where's Pudsillicus?
Somewhere in this action pic of organic sapphos, I’ve carefully hidden a Pudsillicus.
Look closely.
Can you card him?
