Friday, February 01, 2008
Deathtongue

This one just hurts. Like a baseball to the groin while Bob Saget comments, "Whoa, swing batter! That's gotta hurt!"
Yes, Bob Saget. Yes it does hurt.
Like a horse kick to the jaw. Like a Ramboian electric bedspring torture device in the jungles of Vietnam.
She is perky cat-eyed hott.
And he is Deathtongue, All that is Douche.
Run with the Devil!
Shout Satans might!
Deathtöngue!
Deathtöngue!
The Beast rises tonight!
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Wow, I can't blame the guy for this, it her poor lack of judgement that allows her to be licked like a douchecream cone
she must be paying, in a karmic sense, for some really bad past deeds.... note demonic imp jumping out of the back of her head.. hott level of hell
I mean WTF? Great way to end the week.
And who's the angry douche side-kick in the background?
He is the Devil incarnate. She is pure angelic perfection.
And who's the angry douche side-kick in the background?
He is the Devil incarnate. She is pure angelic perfection.
You could fit the USS Ronald Reagan up this dudes nose. Lookit that thing, christ, he must go through a kilo of blow a night.
The only thing that would improve this picture: A pitchfork, right through the old crapper.
The only thing that would improve this picture: A pitchfork, right through the old crapper.
I'm trying to edit this picture in my mind, inserting a vast mound of rotting camel-poo in the space which is originally occupied by her angelic chin. This not in any way intended to debase this feline-esque goddess, merely to reinstate my sanity by laughing merrily at the thought of Deathtöngue licking at camel-poo with such closed-eyed fervour
This guy deserves a trash can to the head immediately. The New York City shirt = poser douche while the tongue needs a rusty screwdriver through it posthaste.
I hate this clown.
I hate this clown.
This guy deserves a trash can to the head immediately. The New York City shirt = poser douche while the tongue needs a rusty screwdriver through it posthaste.
I hate this clown.
I hate this clown.
This guy deserves a trash can to the head immediately. The New York City shirt = poser douche while the tongue needs a rusty screwdriver through it posthaste.
I hate this clown.
I hate this clown.
USS Ronald Reagan: 1,092 ft length overall, 134 ft wide. That is quite the snoot.
I am ashamed to admit that I would put rhinestones on my afflictionesque t-shirt for the chance to lick this girls face. Before this guy did of course. Once you lick it, it becomes your property.
I am ashamed to admit that I would put rhinestones on my afflictionesque t-shirt for the chance to lick this girls face. Before this guy did of course. Once you lick it, it becomes your property.
Thanks a lot, DB1. It's Friday, it's early in the day, and you hit us with this? I'm hardly awake yet.
Foul, I say.
I expect you to atone for this in appropriate fashion: via boobies.
Foul, I say.
I expect you to atone for this in appropriate fashion: via boobies.
It's not the tongue that bothers me, it's the cavernous right nostil of his that is pressed against Catwoman's left cheekbone. I wonder if she thought he was going in for a peck on the cheek, then was shocked an instant later when she felt runny snot and saliva all over her face? Well, she ought to get used to it, I suppose. Because if she actually likes that reprehensible shitpipe, that will only be the beginning of the runny fluids he's going to leave on her face. Run, Catty, run!!!
This is a Bleeth initiation act, she will be passed around like a joint at a party hosted by Snoop Dogg! It is too late for this one; the camera capture’s the last shot of her soul before it is withered into oblivion.
Lick, lick, pass
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Lick, lick, pass
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I think the bottom of this guy's shirt says it off. I believe it says, "Gerbil Death."
He's trying to bring this chick over to an older and more refined, yet no less dangerous, type of douche: The Richard Gere.
Run, feline hottie. Run. Or else he's going to have YOU exploring up his ass. Sans rope.
He's trying to bring this chick over to an older and more refined, yet no less dangerous, type of douche: The Richard Gere.
Run, feline hottie. Run. Or else he's going to have YOU exploring up his ass. Sans rope.
The succubus' expression says I've already sucked the essence out of this insect, give me 2 minutes and I'll be right over.
That is one pretty woman. It's amazing to see such beauty with such an idiot. The only way I could possibly get that face is if her ass hair was ass long as her hair on her heead, and I was choking on it licking her taint. Maybe not even then?
She's quartasian and nearly perfect, like Patrick Bateman's description of Courtney Rawlins. I wonder if she'd wish me a happy Easter in the film adaption of my life...
i think that chick is satan, how else could she stare through our souls with such intensity while deathtongue coats her face evenly with slime?
Fifty dollars American to anyone that can bag and tag the Morlock that's attacking them.
No?
Okay, how about fifty Canadian?
No?
Okay, how about fifty Canadian?
I think his shirt says New York City Gerbil Death.
Please feel free to insert your own punchline.
No pun intended on "insert."
Please feel free to insert your own punchline.
No pun intended on "insert."
Her face haunts me. Not only do her eyes say, "I hate you, Dad," her eyes and her smirk combine forces to knowingly punish all non-douchy men. This woman has been hurt, and this is how she lashes out.
I can help.
I can help a lot more than the half-head demon-eyed the-other-douche-beat-me-to-her douche in the background. What justice it would be to get Hiro Nakamura to teleport Lashy Quartasian out of Deathtongue's reach, replacing her with half-head, then unfreezing time and watching the douche bag lick the douche nozzle right before the space-time continuum collapses on itself, but not before I boned Lashy Quartasian four times, and at least once in the pooper.
Save the Quartasian, save the world.
I can help.
I can help a lot more than the half-head demon-eyed the-other-douche-beat-me-to-her douche in the background. What justice it would be to get Hiro Nakamura to teleport Lashy Quartasian out of Deathtongue's reach, replacing her with half-head, then unfreezing time and watching the douche bag lick the douche nozzle right before the space-time continuum collapses on itself, but not before I boned Lashy Quartasian four times, and at least once in the pooper.
Save the Quartasian, save the world.
somewhere deep down inside i'm hoping she reacts to this lick by politely finding her purse and slowly make her way home where she will watch Sex and the City and talk on the phone to her girlfriends about the death metal d-bags that swarmed her at this club. Even though I know it probably didnt happen.
if the follow up of deathtongue has this same girl in it, she's dead to me. her and her flowing brunette hair.
if the follow up of deathtongue has this same girl in it, she's dead to me. her and her flowing brunette hair.
hey billy and the boingers are playing at the herring festival...
leper lover creature of the dark
drip your disease leave your mark
man bill the catt deserves to die again because this chick is how hot they always pretended katie holmes was...dont believe me...ever tv episode or movie has a line to remind the audience that katie holmes is the hot girl...it shouldn't have to be written...they wouldn't need to waste dialogue for this bleeth
i'm getting all kinds of steve dallas hot for milo's teacher vibe right now...
leper lover creature of the dark
drip your disease leave your mark
man bill the catt deserves to die again because this chick is how hot they always pretended katie holmes was...dont believe me...ever tv episode or movie has a line to remind the audience that katie holmes is the hot girl...it shouldn't have to be written...they wouldn't need to waste dialogue for this bleeth
i'm getting all kinds of steve dallas hot for milo's teacher vibe right now...
what's that shirt say? "New York City Gerbil Death". I'm betting deathtounge has stuffed many a warm fuzzy up his eerie canal. Fuckwap heat mizer hair doo. That face is the result of hours of playing the rusty trombone.
The hott is smokin...lava...fap..fapp..FAP.
The hott is smokin...lava...fap..fapp..FAP.
Sassy...? Kinky...? Over The Top...? Belligerent...? Who cares! He can lick my face any day! Douch Bag is a term that should be reserved for internet chumps who have nothing else better to do than judge and/or rub one out at someone else's expense!
You make me SICK! (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh...)
You make me SICK! (You really stink, girl...)
You make me SICK! (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh...)
You make me SICK! (Tuba)
...but I love you.
You make me SICK! (You really stink, girl...)
You make me SICK! (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh...)
You make me SICK! (Tuba)
...but I love you.
When he rubbed his honker across her face, he smeared a gooey booger all over her cheek. And now he's licking it off.
i find it more than funny, because people like us are out and about meeting great girls like that, partying hard and actually enjoying their lives, in comparison to the group of you sad people who sit on your computers and envy this guy. lol your all douchebags, stop jerking off to your computer games and go do wat normal people do. fagz
Fuck you michael. We're just a little confused why hot girls like to be treated like shit that's all. Wait! I must be jealous! I mean who wouldn't want to go out with all you "people" and watch you drink your light beer (try a straight whisky - then you can think about calling yourselves manly) and pretending to be drunk. I bet if I kept feeding you tapwater and kept telling you it was vodka you would be monged.
Look too her left how did he do that he's licking off her cover up and screaming fuck yeah at the same time...thats manly! He's still a douche!
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