Norway By Norwestway
Yeah I’m down to Hitchcock references. Because my supply of Trader Joes Joe-Joes is of woefully low row.
Jan Largemaan is both bemused and unamused at the same time.
Pink pants for the Scandanavian tragedy.
What’s Olav up to, you ask? Don’t ask.
Viking Yogurt Rodeo
Now that’s just a Teutonic atrocity. Or a “Tuetrocity,” as the hip hop kids like to say.
Olav Says "Gjøvik!"
Norway Thursday continues with Olav the Crispy Oldbag bothering the ubergnawlicious Girl Who’s Name I Can’t Pronounce But Don’t Care Because Boobs Are Universal.
GWNICPBDCBBAU says “Ja!”
Norway Thursday
Thanks to an intrepid reader from Norway, today’s HCwDB pics will feature nothing but hottie/douchey pics Nordic style.
Aryan cohabit.
Teutonic touching.
Where’s Norway? Take a right at Greenland or something. Who the hell knows.
Alls I know is the Grieco Virus has traveled far and wide, permeating the far reaches of rural europa.
Have pity on the eurohotts. For they know not why they Wü.
Honorary Douchebag of the Month: Andrew Breitbart
Most of you have never heard of this shreiking rhesus monkey, nor the intellectual poo he attempts to fling on a daily basis.
And while I try to keep this site apolitical (‘bag hunters of all persuasions are welcome to join the collective douche mocking and hottie oggling), I realized that to call this narcissistic prancing self-hating windup toy of neurotic dysfunction and deep Freudian issues “political,” would be like calling a Kardashian a “thespian.”
This meandering buffoon screams for a living on the teevee, having finally found a profitable way to channel his daddy hatred. Substitute “government” for “Father who didn’t love me enough” and you’ll diagnostic the problem with nary a need to take an intro psych course.
His is the inchoate rage of self-hatred turned outward. A core pathology that informs so much of douchebag culture. Merely substitute fauxhawks and bling for political babble, and sex drive for vicarious power sycophantage, and you’ll have this retched disgrace of yak spittle in a nutshell.
So for yipping like a castrated mule on any media outlet he can find, for his clear chronic masturbation problem and rage at the people who wouldn’t date him in high school, and for clogging the collective media arteries with verbal drivel, I hearby bequeath the moron known as “Breitbart” an honorary “Douchebag of the Month.”
If internet clown Matt Drudge hadn’t taken pity on this solipsistic loser back in the mid 00s, a Carl’s Jr. in Westwood would never have been deprived of its night manager.
Esoteric Wednesday
This video is to Wheezer’s “Buddy Holly” as “Dazed & Confused”
was to “American Graffiti.”
Moose Is A Rocker
Doe Eyed Jenny (from upstate Connecticut) knows this, because Moose makes the “Rocker Horns” hand gesture.
And, by definition, that means that Moose is a punk rocker now.
Boobnote
I think we can safely guess that it’s not “B flat!!”
Get it?!?
Because… B flat!!
Ahaha… hah… heh… uhm….
I need a coffee.
Clayton Runs With The Goose
And somewhere in suburban Wichita, a lonely grackle chokes forlornly on a cigarette butt.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day,” says the grackle.
Gabana Boy Ignores Boobs to Point at You
Heavy is the wrist that wears the Six Pound Watch.
