It's all I can do to not grab that Corona bottle, jam the opening of it into those upper chicklets of SkullCap'bag, then start twisting and grinding the glass upward into his nose cavity.
Then I'd slip those little white pants off Center Hottie's sexy ass and start a percussion jam session on that butt bongo. Very nice!
 

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Scientists tune their compasses to this chicks ass and all this douchebag's concerned with is showing off his tongue bling. Nice douchey touch with the exposed waistband showing the polo undies he bought at Costco. All the douchiness these twits are giving off is eclipsed by the HC's heavenly orb. I'd like to bust out my morning star, dispose of Bode Miller and Igor, and go Kentucky Garden Weasel sytle on that coulo.
 

For some asinine reason, I'm not mad at this 'bag, his expression is making me fucking crack up.

Or maybe it's just that perfectly spherical apple discharging endorphins in my brain. I can almost forgive her jacked-up lips.
 

Man, every once in a while I do feel sorry for the fifth wheel taking the photo. This quad-set of feebs is certainly going to bed down soon in a slurping, snory gruntfest, leaving the photog to self-stimulate and weep.

But thanks for the photo, nonetheless.
 

I see nipple (girl on the left, right in front of her middle finger???), so I choose to focus on that bright spot to an otherwise rage-boiling photo...

Ok, now the rage is starting to build...

Don Juan de la Douche
 

Another merry fucking holiday on the way to ruin. The goddamndest juxtaposition of the classic callipygian goddess with the coprophagus maw of a pubescent pinhead fratbag. Are her lips shiny because she's been attempting to fellate the greasy inverted twig that asswipe has hidden in the depths of his 1988 swim trunks? May he spontaneously combust in his own grease while laying in his SunMaster 24LE tanning bed.

I can't break the gravitational pull of hottie's subtructural finery to even look at the left side of this travesty of a fucking mockery of all things good and pure.

Time for the morning rum and eggnog since the Baroness took the key to the goddamn trigger locks with her on her shopping trip. Thanks to the efforts of DB1, I've shot the screens out of three laptops in the last six weeks. Goddamn motherfucking fuck. Merry Christmas.

BvD
 

Isn't the douchebag on the right the same guy from the haiku this pic from September 29? I'd like to take a crap in his mouth.
 

looks like these fags are all fucked up on methylenedioxymethamphetamine.