Friday, May 09, 2008

 

Johnny Blaze and the Clubdom of the Crystal Skull


Douche archaeologist and noted professor of scrotology, Johnny Blaze, is back!! And this time, it's personal.

And by personal, I mean gelly.

Watch Johnny Blaze swing through another wacky adventure involving two club hotts, a bottle of Grey Goose and sixteen Soviet footsoldiers falling off a truck.

Comments:
Did I mention I like boobies?
 
All I have to say is thank you for this on a Friday when I haven't even had a chance to crack open a cold one. P.S.- If this greasy motherfucker isn't a shoo-in for HoS, then they're probably not addicted to what his dick did.
 
The girl on the right either needs to take a dump or she needs a pair of pliers to pull her shorts out of her lower intestine.
 
But the girl on the left... yummy.
 
When said douche walks into their local Hot Topic, is it a purchase to think about or is it just douche instinct to buy the crystal skull belt buckle?
 
Well, he doesn't have a cobra snake for a necktie, or a brand new chimney set on top, made out of a human skull, but damn it, he came close with the belt buckle.
 
why the long face, blaze?
 
Could we just forget about drilling in ANWR and drill this bag's scalp instead?
 
ahhh, classic douchebag, classic smoking hotts.

all the planets in the douche universe are now in perfect alignment, and by 'perfect alignment' i mean it is time he was dragged by his eyelids over a parking lot full of broken glass...

hotts need to come over tonight so we can watch the eastern confrence finals, drink absinthe, discuss the finer points of post- abstractionist surrealism, and spank their lucious buttocks with a greased mackrel while duct taped to a lawn chair.....
 
What do you call those...crotch necklaces that some of the finer bleeths wear (see girl on right)? Maybe...crotchlaces? Mons pubis bling? Vulva bracelets?
 
It's a game, Mr. White. If you can get it around your neck by the end of the night without using your hands, she'll pay you back for all the coke.

Actually, it's a Medical Bleeth Alert bracelet. If her panties stay on for more than 2 hours during the day, it shoots a small dose of epinephrine into her body.
 
The shadow makes it appear that he is holding a very small pistol, like the one in his pants. At least that explains how he got so close to that magnificent rack.
 
Johnny does manage to find the best underage hotts.
 
@ Mister White

I love those.

Twat Tinsel?
 
is the girl on the right pulling an ace ventura and hiding some secret man package between her legs?
 
how many horses had to die to make the extensions these "ladies" have glued to their skulls?
 
The 'shadow pistol' is Johnny's inner self trying its best to outwardly express the need for self immolation.

- Douchey Smurf

nice catch on that photo Douchemi.
 
Hey is that Ashlee Simpson?
It took me 2 minutes to realize there were people in this pic and not just a pair of tits.
 
@ mr. white

belly bling?

pooter pewter?

tummy twinkle?

rump reins?
 
Maybe Johnny knows where JoeyP has been hiding. Johnny: help!

I can't decide which chick is hotter. For some reason, this is a problem for me right now. The one on the left has a slightly better face, plus the Mia Wallace hair thing going on. She seems more real and more down to earth. The one on the right however - BOOBIES. And more exposed skin. And the epinephrine waistlet thing, which keeps drawing my attention "down there" instead of up top. Damn its rough being a 'bag hunter.

I guess I'd go with the one of the left. Something tells me she's more fun in bed.

Oh, and nice belt buckle Johnny Choad.
 
It's a belly chain.

Don't these two make you wish some women had interchangeable heads?
 
@johnny scrotten

"Pooter pewter" is poetry, pure and simple. I'm working it into all of my conversations from now on.
 
Gotta hand it to him. He pulls some quality hott.

And by "hand it to him" I mean drop an Acme anvil on his head.
 
Nice twist on the ubiquitous white belt of douchosity. And by "nice twist" I mean I want to strangle this guy with it.

HoS?
 
I think what cracks me up most abbout this pic is his cell phone deliberatly hanging halfway out of his pocket so everyone can see what he is carrying.

WHAT A FRIGGIN DOUCHEBAG!
 
I think what cracks me up most abbout this pic is his cell phone deliberatly hanging halfway out of his pocket so everyone can see what he is carrying.

WHAT A FRIGGIN DOUCHEBAG!
 
Notice how the bleeth on the right keeps his hand off camera. Methinks she didn't want his sweat-covered monkey fingers all over her lovelies.
 
Wow, just realized this. This picture and one of his previoous pics are a prime example of what i like to call the Bleeth-progression. Anyone remember his old pic with the hot in the white dress who looked just oh-so sweet. Shes the same chick from this one. Perfect example of what your brain looks like on prolonged exposure to douche. CHECK IT OUT!
 
Blaze and that skank are still showing up in spots.
 
It's good to see Eight Belles legacy lives on in these bitches hair.

The one on the right is beefy, but I like it.

I'd pee in her butt while pulling on her Ho Horn.

Johnny is hard to take seriously. Not so much for his doucheriety, but for the fact he not only has a super sweet skull belt buckle, but the cell phone belt holster, too.

Gotta answer Joey P's calls quick, I guess...
 
Wow, did anyone else notice the right hand hott has a necklace on? With a amulet nestled gently between her boobies?!? I've been staring right at them and hadn't noticed until now!!

Hottie on the left hand side, probably fun in bed, but would want to be "friends", whereas Right side would just show up on occasion with a 12 pack and some cheetos...

And dear Blaze, I would say ALMOST DOOSH PERFECTION, 2 points off for wearing a trade show exhibitor access pass...
 
Boobies of the year. Of the YEAR I say!
 
I can't even imagine how long a person has to wear braces on their forehead to get a hairline that straight. Such dedication to choad. It's truly amazing.
 
Mmmm.... funbags.....
 
Got Damn. Smokin body on right bleeth.
 
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