i'm confused.

be back after some coffee...
 

Why do I get the sense that a few minutes after this pic was taken a huge orgy broke out...Long cigar there Fidel Castrodouche, you wouldn't be compensating for anything now would ya?
 

Perhaps some of your finest prose DB1. To morning jello shots . . .
 

That back tat on the hott is going to look great once she turns 40.

I'm pretending this is a party on the island of Lesbos and the bags were photshopped in.
 

It was bound to happen:

Lindsay Lohan is now doing porn on Cinemax.

(take a minute. get a good look.)


Looks like one of 'stars' was a biology major, since she has a DNA helix inked on her back
 

yadda yadda the hott he is preparing to taint is well... hot.
 

I hope that's an archive pic from Jonestown.
 

The rarely seen albino red cup!
 

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@ Db1,

I think you've read enough Ayn Rand, Alfonso...

"Honesty is recognizing that no love, money, or fame is of value if obtained by fraud"- Rand, For the New Intellectual.

Army of Douche-ness
 

I'm on the fence. The smirky fuck with the stogey looks slightly punchable... but well, just some foolios hanging out in my opinion. Where's the blowouts... frosted tips... spray tans... arm bands... affliction T-shirts... etc.?

Looks more like a trust fund afternoon to me. Let's just assume this all went down about 3p.m. on a Monday while I was slaving away trying to keep a fucking roof over my head.

- Douchey Smurf
 

That is what I assume Sweden looks like in the summer time...hanging around at midnite in some post-modernist swingers' pad covered in red shag carpet with a bunch of shit from IKEA...with the extras of Mama Mia!...ahh, the sweet life!
 

The Electric Tool-Aid Acid Test; or One Douched Over the Cuckoo's Nest?

With soundtrack by The Grateful Douched?
 

Dude, slurp the shots, stare at the boobies.

...then coat Tat- back with DNA and punch stogie-douche in his humongoshades.

mission plan complete.

~Douchesquire
 

I'm calling this one:

"Tribute to Bad Parenting"
 

...and still Murray felt all alone inside. For all the trappings of wealth, the house, clothes, parties, girls, and hangers-on left him with a feeling that something was missing. Something palpable, significant.
His smile was as hollow as the soul of an echo, as the murmur of the midnight sea after the tempest nursed itself to rest. He would find no peace here, no place for the seeds of growth to take purchase.
He bid no one adieu, no fanfare would supplant the familiar disquiet now settled in his marrow; essence, being...
He looked one last ime over his shoulder, at the beauty of the moment, at what could have been, but will never be.

No one has seen him since, rumors abound, stories each as wild and varied as the next float in the ether...

~cue needle scratch across record~

Blonde #3 stands up...

"What do you mean there's no more beer? I'm soooo outta here! Shaah!"

So ends another day in Torrence.
 

Questionable doucheosity imo.

One things for sure, those guys know how to party.
 

If you have to question the degree of scrote involved with the Pud of Persia then you should be in the picture.
 

This photo makes me picture Boogie Nights if it were filmed at the Jersey Shore.
 

I only see two dudes in this pix and they're awash in a sea of hott. Aside from the stogie I'm not getting any significant douche vibe. On the other hand, they're in the middle of this hottswarm and I"m not, thus they are hated.
 

No country for old douche?
 

Waxed hairless chest: check
Gratutious Bling: Check
Designer Escalade-windshield sunglasses: Check
Mandana to cover receding hairline and shiny mark o' the douche: Check
Giant cigar that has Freudian implications too numerous to mention?: Check
Smug, unearned sense of entitlement just because he crashed his niece's sorority pool party and had one of his 'Broheims' snap a pix:
check, check and check.

Douchebag: affirmative.


Denial of the Greico virus only aids in it's already rapid infestation into the culture at large.
 

What makes a douche want to put something long, round, and brown in their mouth?
Do they wake up one morning and say, "heads, I hook up with Kobe,
tails, I take up smoking cigars."

Cigar=training aid for a queer.
 

The only saving grace of this "party pic" is the fact that Cassaeopia from the original Battlestar Galactica showed up :)
I tell ya what, I know she was all over Apollo's jock, but she certainly made my Colonial Viper straighten out. And by Colonial Viper, I mean my turgid penis.
 

This must be the end of "The Longest Line."
 

is it the end of our times????...NO! What? where has all the peroxide gone? WAIT!..SHocking! is it that most
plastic bimbos have phony blonde hair? HORRORS! It cannot be so
do the carpets indeed
match the drapes? How to tell, unless you are close enough to see the stubble, it is for a power higher than ours to say
headbands, with no flowers do not a hippie chick makenor, do skinny puppies with concave chests and no body hairs ....maybe he will...brown hair down front knows
douches don't mack on reality
FLASH, is what they need, what they know
the appearance, the suggestion, the mirage is enough, reality is not real if you do not have to live it
 

Memo to cunts:

Dark roots STILL spell TRASH even after all these years.

Tats and tits just don't work.

Squared-off fake finger claws spell TRAILER TRASH!

Fuzzy, un-brushed,un-combed greasy hair spells Uber-TRASH, regardless of who does it on TV.

Ergo we can conclude that the Dempster Dumpster man has come to make a pickup.
 

Or to cliff notes burnsy: if you see a douche, you ARE a douche.
 

I had that dream last night....
 

The next time Hott on right visits LA, she may want to avoid South Central. She wasn't standing on that sidewalk for more than two minutes before those kids rolled up and spray-painted that mural across her back.

-Edward James Douchemos
 

Headband in the background there can electric kool-aid my acid test any ol' time she wants.
 

I am finding myself rather attracted to Buffy Ste. Marie's great-granddaughter (in the headband) in the back of the photo.
 

what I wouldn't give to me in the middle of this collection of beauties. Bag me and tag me and send me in. Snorkel, please!!
 

he is the douche lama with his manson family of bleethe... how I wish to smack him upside the head with a sock full of Karma-Dogma
 

Gross
He looks Greasy and used...
STD alert!
 

I believe that reading Ayn Rand, and bombing the Bay of Pigs are both viable options in this instance. It is my belief that socialism and communism are akin to the ultimate -ism, doucheism. So reading Atlas Shrugged should help keep the douche away.
 

The only redeeming quality of this picture is the fact that Blonde Clone just to his right seems to be reacting to his pungent poo smell. I think some of these girls might be laughing AT him.
 

Glad to see McConaughy is taking his impending parenthood seriously.
 

You must be mistaken. McConaughey is good looking. This douche is, well, not.

Greasy, worn out, and perverted are the words that come to mind.
 

Hahaha
 

When I first saw the hott with the huge tat on her back I thought she was in the early stages of transforming into some sort of reptilian hominid from [insert science fiction televsion show of your choice] as the scales slowly expand over her body spreading out from her spine.

I guess I watched too much Doctor Who as a kid.
 

Naw, Kesey & Wolfe would reject these douches just on the basis of 60s cool alone!