Serialbag?
 

The guy making a hot sandwich on the right is the star of Telemundo's new made for TV movie, "Weekend at Bernardo's"
 

Based on the two photos I have seen of this guy, I would have to say that he looks completely lost... As in his moral compass is so messed up from his douchery that he has actually become mentally handicapped. And by handicapped, I mean complete and total poo.
 

Where's wall-eye? Is he the one that looks like an illegal alien having an overdose of valium and heroin?? Is he the one looking simultaneously at the camera and the unfortunate Hott sitting on his lap?

I'm afraid so...
 

BRAINSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
 

Amazingly enough, Shamus kept his jovial spirits about him as the weight of Monique Lewinski’s hindquarters came crushing down on his left kneecap.
 

BTW,

Who knew that even iguana shit logs could look two directions at once?

You learn something new everyday on this site.
 

Second from the right is either getting a tug job under the table or he is mildly retarded.

(I guess it could be BOTH...)
 

It appears as though they piled shit so high during the Joey Porche experiment that it fell of into a flabby little coil of its own.

RE:The Serial killer... yikes
 

X-lax belongs in Fraggle Rock.

Peppa Jack love Fraggle Rock.
 

the hotts in this pic are seriously lacking.
the one extreme left with laughing boy is apparently bleethed from the kissy lips and hand gesture.
the one in orange could have been hot about 50 pounds ago, but not anymore.
Blondie in the middle looks hot but is apparently giving x a handy.
and catherine-zeta-jones-in-Zorro hott over on the end is about to get killed by serial bag.
overall a lackluster effort DB1.
 

None of the people in this pick look quite like they belong together. On the right we have angry lean in guy. The two girls are smiling normally sandwhiching a douche transplanted from Jersey. Did the contents of the URC make X-Lax sick ? Is that why he is making a horrible David Schwimmer esque open mouth face ? Why is the guy on the left laughing so much? Two fingers up brunette and her BBW roommate seem oblivious to the joke. This is one of most incongrous photos I have seen here.

Choad the Douche Sprocket
 

Come on....these wake parties are just getting out of hand.
 

The frat brothers at Alpha thought it would be fun to take a picture with the dead orange guy before calling the campus police.
 

The girl in the orange is a big fat chick! Not the douche.
 

i found him! in between the blond and chiquita, right below serious scruffy.. X to the LAX ...
 

I'll explain when you're older, Carl.
 

oranvagina now aka buzz killer for the projectile vomit he unleashed on the party favors
 

@jcvd

hilarious... Angel Pedoja Madina is the corpse that just keeps giving!
 

Douchelexic -

I have to respectfully disagree. My inappropriate office boner would find shelter nestled in young Graciela’s taco shell, while my mouth would explore the nether regions of blonde Caitlyn, earnestly searching for the answer to the age old question, “dost thine carpets match thine tapestries?’

Blythe can keep us sufficiently hydrated with Franzia whilst we debauched.

Monique Lewinski would be locked in the closet with a box of ding-dongs.
 

Hang on a sec; I see something else here.


Wait. -This is clearly "The Last Rager"; painted by Leonardo DoucheVinci for his patron, Duke Ludouchevico Sforza.


-Notice the Divide between the two central Female characters, forming the V-shape for The Sacred Feminine, echoed by Mary Magdouchelene on the left, with her V-shaped hand gesture and her pouty lips miming the front door of said Sacred Feminine.

The mentally-retarded-looking guy in the Vendela/Areola Canasta sandwich is clearly the Severed Head of John the Baptist.

And the guy up and to the right is Judouche Iscariot, the bastard son of Waldo, James Carville, and Richard Grieco.

Judouche sets up an all-girl quest to find the Holy Grail, only to betray all hotts involved, attempt the destruction of the grail once found, and thereby that of the modern church; so that he may Self-Apotheose and transmute all future hotts into Bleeths fit only to do his Evil Troglodyte bidding.

Saint Petra in the middle of course, isn't getting any and will Sublimate her desires by solving a bunch of Codes left behind by dead hotts, find the secret vault of AXE in Scotland, depicted on the verso of DoucheVinci's 'The Vitruvian Douche', and rumored extant by the Priory of Scrote.

While dodging the assassination attempts of Opus Douchey and their Albino eunuch sopranos, who seek to preserve their earthly power-base, she finally decodes the cryptaxe Judouche gave her at the outset of the quest, realizes he's actually a Grieco in douche disguise and blinds him with a quick shot of FDS to the eyes, escaping.

After resisting Judouche's nefarious propositions, uncovering the truth encoded in "The Last Rager", and unceremoneously suckling thighs with Audrey Tautou for 10 minutes midway, Petra discovers the true location of the Holy Grail on a trip to the 9th sub-basement of the Louvre. -It's in her pants.

THE END.

(Honestly, I thought 'Angels & Douches' was better written anyway. and by ‘Angels & Douches’ I mean ‘Douchecault’s Pendulum’, by Doucheberto Eco)
 

Is that laxbag even alive? Srsly this looks like Weekend at Bernie's
 

How did that fat chick in the orange get in there? Oh hael no!
 

This picture is all kinds of wrong...and comical.

Fucking rookies, hold your booze.

I don't think Ronaldo's getting and hand job. I think serial killer 'bag is milking his prostate with a baking pin.

How else can you describe his expression? It's neither the throes of passion, nor a sneeze or projectile vomiting.

I think there's something going on in the anus. Chin strap douche/serial killer bag is up to something on dude despite the hand on hott ass Latina-- I'll call her Xochitl.
 

lol "potential serial killer." so hilarious
 

Looks like X-Lax's X-Lax has... finally laxxed, just as the shutter snapped. The Scroadiac Killer is the first to notice the aroma... doesn't bode well for our hero, and by hero I mean Pathetidouche.

--VS
 

I'll never forget the day when Mickey the Orange Douchebag was pulled away from his pool cleaning duties to sit in a photo at Alpha Douche Omega frathouse, and when he sat down in a puddle of ice cold milk, he finally understood the meaning of Marcel Duchamp's painting L.H.O.O.Q.
 

That orange dress chick has a head worthy of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

She must be Irish.
 

Is there a 98-pound weakling convention in town?
 

i am not afraid to admit it - i fear serialbag. never before have i feared anyone posted to this site - until today.

i knew a kid like him in hs. i stayed away from him. then he stabbed four guys at a party.

the chiquita banana directly below him makes my banana hammock swing back and forth with delight.

the rest of the picture can be described simply with: wtf.

serialbag is angry at whoever invited the great pumpkin in the middle there.
 

I reckon I found him... either that or those red cups are hiding a very shifty wristy from the georgeous piece of black haired strumpet on the right.
 

Brenda Song is a fucking slut!
 

I'll take one for the team, gimme the Great Pumpkin. I'd bang that ass so hard, she wouldnt be smilin', I promise ya that!! She would probably be the best fuck in the bunch.
 

Fresh from teaching his class on Jurassic Scatology Thursday at 8PM at the Learning Annex, Professor Geller sits down for a cram session with the Honors Program. And by Honors, I mean Poo...
Even the "Replacements" couldn't pen a jingle for this evulsed pustule.
 

DB1,

More photo of X Lax please..This guy has HOS potential...
 

@cc

I was about to throw out some love to Orange Monica, too. I ain't too proud.
 

Ourselves as the animal we are knows that orange could do the job, and tug a snake as well as the others.. but society has standards these days! And afterwards.. you will know that you could have had better, and when you watch her ass celulite waddle off to the bathroom to prevent herself from leaking, you will then know what you have truly done.
 

Look what the orange dress chick shit out!
 

my eyes cannot escape the pull of orange's canatlope mellon heed
 

One time I went way out past the rigs fishing with some buds. Late in the day I made the mistake of making a tepid salami sandwich slathered in sun-brewed mayonnaise. After 3 hours of agony holding back the rectal spew, I finally dove into the nearest toilet on the dock the second we made it back. It was one of those instances where the brain alerts the sphincter, "The pants waist has cleared your position; release the hounds", even before ass touched toilet.

The look on Ex-Lax's face sums up that moment in time for me better than words ever could. Thank you, DB1.
 

You gotta love the douche who is poking his douchiness into the picture and doing his eyebrow pose ala Billy Zane or The Rock.
 

Guys, I don't post much, but when I do I want to make it count.

So let me say this to you people:

Angry Lean In Guy is the anti-Ricky. He needs a December Douchie of some sort. He's all, "Fuck tiltin' a hat, G; I tilt my whole rig, Son!"

Lean is to Angry Guy what the Point is to Peaches. Respect The Lean.

That is all.
 

darksock wrote:

"The pants waist has cleared your position; release the hounds", even before ass touched toilet.

Happened to me driving across the States once. I was in middle of fascist nowhere - Wyoming (?) and had some lunch. About an hour later, the gentlemen working down in food processing decided that nothing could be done with this material and sent it along to the rectal crew for expulsion.

The net result? cold sweats. Swathes of pain and a desperate fear that if I dared DARED to even move a butt cheek to queef out a tiny microfart, the dam would break and engulf myself, wife, and child in a wild fecal flood.

I could stop the car, and do it along the side of the road, but with nary a tree or bush in sight to the horizon, I would only be embarrassing my self in front of my family and every single idiot driving by. And God ferbid, one of them be a member of the Wyoming gestapo. I would instantly be arrested for something.

So I held it in... Held It In... HELD IT IN... Oooo ... Urrrr... my gut was making grinding sounds so I turned up the CD player... IIRC, it was a mishmash of artists whose names start with the letter G (Genesis, Gentle Giant, George Harrison, Glenda the Good Witch, etc.) and I sped the Prius up to nearly 100mph - so much for keepingthe average at 42.1 mpg...

FINALLY on the horizon - a shop with a toilet! And gasoline! YAY!!! I dirve directly to the side where the bathroom door was, and ran to the bathroom. A man is standing at the sink - I blast past him, already loosening my belt. I slam the door, drop trou, and I bend my knees as as vast supersonic flood of shit and ear-splitting farts come FLYING out of my butt, covering the interior of the bowl.

The man at the sink says, "Wow. Well, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go."

I reply, "Yeah, no shit."

And being the redneck comedian he was, he said "I don't think so - sounds like plenty to me... HAR HAR HAR..."

I snort a laugh and he bids a quick adieu, as the second massive wave of internal explosives dumps another blast of crap into the bowl.

Eventually, I make my way back to the car...

"Feel better, daddy?"

"Oooooooh yeah..."
 

Angry Eyebrows' career as a serial killer is off to a good start as he leans over and casually shanks X-lax in the back. The look of shock and pain comes too late to warn Maria, as Angry Eyebrows positions his deceptively small, dainty hand on her neck...

Ann Coulter's niece suspects nothing.
 

Oh God, this photo seriously made me laugh. The serial douchebag poking his head into the photo makes this shot so great.

On another note, what the hell is wrong with the confused looking douche 2nd from the right? He looks just as suprised as I am about the fact that he even gets to touch a girl. He's probably thinking, "Look mom, see, I'm with a girl. I told you I'm not gay."

Buffy the Scrotebag Slayer
 

uh, gang, 2 poo-poo stories is quite enough... thank you!
 

2 poo poo stories are NEVER enough.

And don't even get Mr. White cranked up about the other option.
 

I didn't make it. Many many years ago I was stuck in the middle of accident gridlock on Route 95 in Providence and had an accident of my own while trying to get off the highway.

Sorry for sharing.

On the bright side, this is the funniest picture posted yet. I'm not sure which of the three bags makes me laugh hardest, Smiley Choadwick on the left, David Schwimbag in the middle, or Gary Gildouche peering up top.

Only complaint - why'd they put the fat chick front and center.
 

Ross from Friends fell asleep at the solarium