The Poo Tip
Oh, sure, you can chortle at the plaid-clad Poo Tip…but he’ll be swabbin’ her ear wax, if you know what I mean.
I think that was a single entendre…
Friday Haiku
Nathan Explosion
Cartoon dude with Cartoon bleethes…
Metalocalypse!
It’s not the size of
the wand, but the magic in
it. He shoots blanks, too.
— Wheezer
From the Depths of Hell
Comes Vapid, Shallow Creature
Welcome,Trust-Fund Tool
— Bag em, Tag em
By the power of
Greyskull, I command you to
*****-**** all night.
— The Reverend Chad Kroeger
“Hey, wanna party
on my tour bus?” It’s yellow,
has only five rows
— Wheezer
chest bombs can’t be stopped
only hope to contain them
Hello Kitty poke
— SonnyChibaChoad
Gene Simmons Jr.
Wears guyliner because he
Doesn’t have dad’s tongue
— The Dude
Darth Commodicus
Senses disturbance, those aren’t
Boobs, they’re space stations
— Dude McCrudeshoes
Balloon Squeak Popouts
Hey! There’s nuthin’ wrong with that!
‘Cept, the center douche.
— Franklyn DealorNo Doucheifelt
I caught the VD
From looking at this picture
My wife says, “Yea Sure!”**
— Doucheywallnuts
Chongo Bonobo
Has fallen from ugly tree
And hit every branch
Dispeptic TattBag
Bored with the the club scene acts cool
Mom still makes his bed
— Vin Douchal
Blaine/Angel poser.
Abra-abra-ca-dabra!
Lesions, now appear!!!
— Baron Von Goolo
**“Yea Sure”, she says
HCwDB – After Dark(Sock) Thursday Edition
Douche McDingle visits us again, delivering the after-dark pear all lickety-split like, with aplomb and verve.
I can’t get enough of callipygian legend Ass Pear LaPlante…
So SUE ME.
Snake Douche points at the womp rat in beggar's canyon
I’d bulls-eye it…
hermit's submission for HCwDB's imminent 2023 Guggenheim Exhibit
Hallowed Site Sage “hermit” offers this sepia-toned trip down memory lane:
“I happened upon this stunning piece, and submit it for consideration.
I call it; “Friendly Gathering on a Humid Afternoon”
When one views this profound work, those halcyon memories from days-gone-by flood the mind, rendering nostalgic images of Church Socials and Family Picnics, set in a far simpler time, when life moved at a slower pace and the world seemed less complicated.
Oh, to be transformed back to those days when an open bottle of whiskey, a distended paunch and a cheering throng of well-wishers was an invitation for a fly-fumbling speed-freak with skinny thighs to perform unnatural, public sex acts under overcast skies, in the waning light of a humid, Summer evening!
An unpretentious time, before HIV and leash laws, when homely unwed mothers pushed their bastard children in wobbly baby-strollers down peaceful dirt roads, and friendly Irish Setters walked unfettered among the revelers.
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EDIT: Hark!! Uponst my walkabout I heard a disturbance in the HCwDB Force. I come hither out of my alcholic HoHo sugar-rush induced stupor to discover: Hippie Peen. And so I summon the unholy force of 4-Prong to cover said peen. And the universe is whole again… and walkabout continues… as you are in the fine hands of the one and only ‘Sock…
Corner corner corner chameleons…they come and go
Okay, baghunters – can you spot:
- Fish Slap’s “special friend”;
- Carnie Wilson’s daughter;
- The ‘bag filled with regret over his drunken decision to french kiss a wounded bobcat
Please enter your wagers, as ever, by clicking on the comments link.
HCwDB After Dark – Douche McDingle gots mad leg for ya, baby
This is where we get a leg up on the competition, gentle readers.
Some share booty. We disseminate Mass Ass.
Because of your resounding showing in the comments section, we here at the well-greased machine that is the DarkSock Satellite Office feel that you have earned a precious nugget hidden away in the Pear Reserves, like a solid gold jet ski stashed in the Vatican vaults.
Behold – Hallowed Hall o’ Pear Legend AssPear LaPlante: The Front Side Of The Moon!
Holdin' Down The Fort…
Still no sign of DB1’s whereabouts…Sammy SpankWell and his two sisters Irene and Darlene have not seen him for days at The Golden Udder Gentleman’s Club, where he would often pay his way with organic llama milk. They are concerned. And lactose intolerant. There are whisperings of DB1 returning to the llama mines of Laos, where he once made the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs, which is impressive.
Perhaps it is time for an intervention for this unhealthy attraction to hoofed creatures…
Neigh, I say, for that would be hypocritical of me.
We shall stay the course, Mr. Spankwell. Now, if I may have a moment with Irene…
Wrong Drink Roofied, Rufus?
Rufus ain’t feelin’ so good…things are getting a little hazy…wait, is this HER appletini?
Oh no…not again…
*thump*….zzzzzzzzz
Sanskrit UnderMoob Is Not Amused
Despite basking in the glow of Bubbles McGee’s twin suns, Sanskrit UnderMoob chooses to be lugubrious, dour and doleful. Whenever he’s with her no one seems to notice his sweet sub-pectoral calligraphy…go figure.
Medical Fact: They both have something in their underboob regions. His is a regrettable decision in indelible ink. 10 points to your Hogwarts Classmates if you can guess what’s under hers…
