Thursday, December 07, 2006
Spring 'Bag

Nothing says "Spring Break" like post-industrial wastelands and 10 Degree Hat Scrotes. You can just hear the Timberlake in tinny echo playing out of his ipod.
Yeesh.
The tonguescrote has leapt into Bleeth form. The beach is unsafe. We're going to need a bigger boat.
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I go to UCF and I've certainly seen douchebags like this strutting around campus, though not as many as you might suspect.
I'm not quite sure which is more disturbing here, the "Hey Jaunita, let's cut our Wednesday morning Psych 101 class and hang out behind the construction site" 'tude or the body waxing/nipple gelling that Mom sported him over Thanksgiving break while visiting from Riaydh. Either way, there must be a G-d, b/c Juanita seems to be physically pulled away from Said-bag by an invisible force. And the Force understands that her delicious pink taste pod must be protected from UCFscrote's nascient soul-patch and chest gel, thus pulling it forceably away first.
Visorturd looks like Buster Bluth without the glasses..."Haaaay brother"
Visorturd looks like Buster Bluth without the glasses..."Haaaay brother"
It probably took him a few months to grow that excuse for a beard. Don't worry kid, maybe someday the other one will drop too...
Don Jaun de la Douche
Don Jaun de la Douche
I feel for this guy. That hottie looks like a biter. In fact, maybe that's why he looks so grim. He's remembering the last time he trusted his privates to her kind attentions. Yowch.
Ugh, they're on South Beach. I lived there for a year. This is pretty much heaven on Earth for any douchebag looking for a hot chick. Seems to be the modus operandi.
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