Thursday, August 10, 2006
CletusBag

Same to you, trash 'bag.
CletusBag harkons to the type of essence du douche we don't see as many of on this site, the true white trash skeeze. Wifebeater t-shirt, bandana on head, creepy tats, and of course 'bag hand gesture #A-19. Toss in the ubiquitous bottle of miller lite, and you have a prime cut of scrote.
Hottie ain't really super hot here, but hey, it's the morning and I'm hungover. Lots going on in the background which I'll leave it to the team to decipher.
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The Sunglasses-on-the-Hat bag virus lives!
CletusBag is evidence that there is no God. Or if there is, he doesn't give a shit anymore.
CletusBag is evidence that there is no God. Or if there is, he doesn't give a shit anymore.
Background: this loser is in a bingo parlor, the second or third most popular nesting grounds for white trash 'bags behind NASCAR. Yup, this anus has it all, just missing the bling.
Bagbalm
Ps, bet that finger smells pretty bad too.
Bagbalm
Ps, bet that finger smells pretty bad too.
Apparently as long as you don't shank somebody in the shower, you are considered to have been on good behavior. It's the only explanation as to how Bo here got released early from Walla Walla Sate Penn.
He got out, went straight to the closest dive bar he could find, grabbed this gal, not because she was hot, but because she was cool with him ripping a big hole in the stomach of her blouse.
Excited to have some photographic evidence of his release from prison conquest to take back to show his cell mates when he no doubt gets picked back up for breaking his parole, he is ignoring whatever it is that is happening behind him, and off to (our) right. It must be something cool, because damn near everyone else in the bar is staring at it intensely. Maybe a senior citizen shooting ping-pong balls out of her vagina? I don't know, but whatever it is, I wish to god the camera man would have taken a picture of it rather than this jail-bird douche bag.
-Boogie
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He got out, went straight to the closest dive bar he could find, grabbed this gal, not because she was hot, but because she was cool with him ripping a big hole in the stomach of her blouse.
Excited to have some photographic evidence of his release from prison conquest to take back to show his cell mates when he no doubt gets picked back up for breaking his parole, he is ignoring whatever it is that is happening behind him, and off to (our) right. It must be something cool, because damn near everyone else in the bar is staring at it intensely. Maybe a senior citizen shooting ping-pong balls out of her vagina? I don't know, but whatever it is, I wish to god the camera man would have taken a picture of it rather than this jail-bird douche bag.
-Boogie
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