Friday, June 27, 2008
Long Island Boat Choad II

When the first pic of Sneery McBoat-tatt ran on the site as a Friday Haiku a few weeks ago, many of you thought to yourselves one of two thoughts:
1. bleeeeechhhhhhhh.
2. I wonder if this smug, flexing boat douche really does have spindly-ass legs to go with his trampy Long Island hott?
The answers to both questions have now been answered.
We also might need to consider a 2008 Douchie Nom for innovating a consistent 'bag hand gesture in multiple pics ala Peaches in 2007.
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McBoat--
You are on track with the jammers (or whatever you kids are calling long swim trunks nowadays.) They are the opposite of SpeedosĀ®--ergo, nondouchey.
But before you flex, you need an appointment with BALCO and a serious weight trainer.
The former was sadly shut down...
You are on track with the jammers (or whatever you kids are calling long swim trunks nowadays.) They are the opposite of SpeedosĀ®--ergo, nondouchey.
But before you flex, you need an appointment with BALCO and a serious weight trainer.
The former was sadly shut down...
That's a pretty pathetic bicep. Also, if you have a gut like that, bending over just accentuates your fatness. Working in the mail room isn't building his physique quite the way he intended, and he might want to try an actual gym.
And a note to the photographer, next time, try to get more of the girl in frame, and wait for your uncle with the hairy back to move.
And a note to the photographer, next time, try to get more of the girl in frame, and wait for your uncle with the hairy back to move.
Maybe we could follow his tattoos' progression/regression.....
.....or not.
It's clear he's going to be adding more ink as the years and his chances to stop being a douche pass.
.....or not.
It's clear he's going to be adding more ink as the years and his chances to stop being a douche pass.
So f***in' glad Ansel Adams, Jr., there, got N.E. MacBackHair in that picture, BTW.
It's little touches like that that make award winning photography.
It's little touches like that that make award winning photography.
Lift with your legs, LIBC, not with your back. You could have avoided that crippling back injury. Pass that tidbit on to your Hott too.
This is yet another douche who obviously practices his Derek Zoolander-ish 'look' for his next photo op, c.f. Metaphysical Hooligan. Probably makes his Hott help him practice:
LIBC: "Hey, check out my look for when they take our picture near the lake (makes lame bicep curl and pursed lips) - I call it 'The Galactica'!"
Hott: "Isn't that the same pose you use when we're in the boat, the one you call 'The BattleStar'?"
LIBC: "No!"
Hott: "You must really like that BattleStar Galactica scifi show."
LIBC: "There's a tv show?!?!! . . Oh snap, I've geeked myself!! Unclean, unclean!!"
LIBC: "Hey, check out my look for when they take our picture near the lake (makes lame bicep curl and pursed lips) - I call it 'The Galactica'!"
Hott: "Isn't that the same pose you use when we're in the boat, the one you call 'The BattleStar'?"
LIBC: "No!"
Hott: "You must really like that BattleStar Galactica scifi show."
LIBC: "There's a tv show?!?!! . . Oh snap, I've geeked myself!! Unclean, unclean!!"
Is that Chewbaca with the other camera?
I'd pick the corn, license plates, and old toaster oven parts from Rosie O'Donnel's stool, just to commandeer the raft in the backround, then subsequently drain its taintwater into a mister bottle that i'd keep on my nightstand for when I awoke sweating profusely from having dreampt of sniffing aqua bikini's panty liners.
He's a 260lb slab of sidemeat.
I'd pick the corn, license plates, and old toaster oven parts from Rosie O'Donnel's stool, just to commandeer the raft in the backround, then subsequently drain its taintwater into a mister bottle that i'd keep on my nightstand for when I awoke sweating profusely from having dreampt of sniffing aqua bikini's panty liners.
He's a 260lb slab of sidemeat.
His sneer is as wide as his retardation is deep. He swings his flaccid penis like a rubber ducky stuck beneath his hanging blubberous gut. The hott does him with a big black strap-on so he can cry like a girl. She's a sweet child of the middle class, as in full of self-entitlement and privilege.
All these stories end the same. sigh.
All these stories end the same. sigh.
Duuuuuuude!, ya gots fat on ya neck, and chubby little cheeks
you got lots a rolls a fat, you look like a geek
Stupid Tribal tats, they tell me
you a sheep, ever bodies got 'em
with the Jones' you must keep
with yo skinny little legs, and yo
massive back fat, yo really shouldn't be bending over like
dat
doin' up a curl, you just keepin it real, but, the bitches aint lookin, you make 'em wanna hurl
wucka wucka, Huuuurl
Wuckawucka huuuurl, you make em wanna Huuurl, wucka wucka, Huuurl wuckawucka, word, bro, you we out
you got lots a rolls a fat, you look like a geek
Stupid Tribal tats, they tell me
you a sheep, ever bodies got 'em
with the Jones' you must keep
with yo skinny little legs, and yo
massive back fat, yo really shouldn't be bending over like
dat
doin' up a curl, you just keepin it real, but, the bitches aint lookin, you make 'em wanna hurl
wucka wucka, Huuuurl
Wuckawucka huuuurl, you make em wanna Huuurl, wucka wucka, Huuurl wuckawucka, word, bro, you we out
He who flash guns must make sure they are not PAINTBALL guns.
Condoucheious,
The Condoucheian Scrotelogues,
470 BC.
Condoucheious,
The Condoucheian Scrotelogues,
470 BC.
This guys arms are big because he is fat.Not from working out.Kinda like fat women,with really huge cans.
Now where have I seen this guy before... Must be a shoot for Slingblade II: The Douchening
*Mmmmm*
Frosty Cream Employee: Well, the French fries are pretty good.
Karl: French fried potaters?
Frosty Cream Employee: Yeah, French fries.
Karl: How much you want for'em?
Frosty Cream Employee: They're .60 for medium and .75 for large.
Karl: 'Reckon I'll have me some of the big 'uns.
Frosty Cream Employee: All right, then, one large French fries?
Well, douchebag... ah reckon I'ma have to kill ya. *mmm*
~The Rev. Dr. Baggs
*Mmmmm*
Frosty Cream Employee: Well, the French fries are pretty good.
Karl: French fried potaters?
Frosty Cream Employee: Yeah, French fries.
Karl: How much you want for'em?
Frosty Cream Employee: They're .60 for medium and .75 for large.
Karl: 'Reckon I'll have me some of the big 'uns.
Frosty Cream Employee: All right, then, one large French fries?
Well, douchebag... ah reckon I'ma have to kill ya. *mmm*
~The Rev. Dr. Baggs
Boat Choad looks like the kind of guy that can leave some mag wheel skids in his drawers...but can' we all.
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