That chick isnt a hottie
 

Little did Anton know that his wonk-eyed son lurked behind him, waiting for the right moment to slip his new step-mom a roofie so he could have his way with her.
 

Proven once again, the function of Axe Body Spray is not to prevent distasteful body odors, but rather acts as a mind numbing hallucinogenic of nearby Hotts.
 

Little did the party guests know, THEY WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BORG REJUVENATION CHAMBER AHHHHH! She's no 7 of 9.
 

Fucktards in a Scottish bar.

That's my guess.

- Douchey Smurf
 

In the background we see young Anton (circa 1990) on a trip to the future with the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, looking on in revulsion at his future self and contemplating changes to his egocentric, sweaty ways.
 

Ralphie hated his new Mommy. His new Mommy hated Daddy's pit stains.
 

Photo op with the lead guitarist of Goblin Cock
 

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Gurn avoided the high costs of bar food by smuggling in Crunch-Wrap Supremes under his arms.
 

And so Bobby carried his big brother's beer around for him all night in the hope that he'd come through on his promise to let him sniff his finger later.
 

Mira was impressed by Bobby's clone, which he constructed out of sperm and Diet Pepsi.
 

The party on Halle Bopp hit high gear as the earth neared again.
 

Bobby resented being Lena's surrogate scissoring partner; it gave his armpits a terrible rash afterward.
 

Anybody in here? This thing on? **tap tap**
 

In a bizarre case of "pronoun defection," it turns out that while Anton's "I" did in fact love him, his "me" and "myself" couldn't stand the sweaty motherf*cker.
 

Mitch honored his woman by wearing her clit ring on his necklace at all times.
 

Why it's easy for American men to get laid in Finland...
 

(guy in the background) "What, my shirt isn't dorky enough?"
 

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All those denying the hottness of the hott: Seriously now - you've never gotten to a girl like her to sniff her seat. Let's get some context here. If she's hotter than anyone you've ever gotten your finger into, she's a hott.


He's not a classic douche, but a douche nontheless.
 

Skynet was only able to send its crappiest model, the T-000, to assassinate Anton. Upon arrival, it stole the ugliest shirt possible, and its predilection for cheap beer made its left eye malfunction immediately.
 

never let them see you sweat.
 

Here's a caption for ya. "Applecheeks and ShitStain"

Those aren't sweat stains in his armpits. They're shit-stains. Don't ask me how they got there.
 

strong enough for a man, but made for this woman.
 

raise your hair if you're Sure.
 

lays potato chip company finally admitted the source for their olestra
 

look out you ugly people! behind you! the mother of all Ghost Nipples is about to go on a killing spree.
 

And so, one day Lurch and Pugsly just said "fuck it."
 

Axe. How Dirty Boys Get Clean.
 

in certain areas of norway, antiperspirant is considered "gay", while ironic slogans on t-shirts are considered hip and trendy
 

Jonas finally found a girl in the bar who was the right height to use as a pit sweat blotter.
 

Man gets turned into sweaty self-loving douche after getting spat out of the green vortex of poo.

His brother wishes it was him.
 

this is what night clubs would look like if hitler had won
 

"I'll hold her. You jerk off onto her back. THEN I bet no one will be talking about my damned pit stains."
 

everyone laughed at hans' pit stain, not knowing that the moisture was actually coming from the hole for his colostomy bag which had become detached and had fallen onto the hors d'oeuvre table, being mistaken for 7 bean dip and enjoyed on tortilla chips by the intoxicated crowd.
 

How to Prevent Arm Pit Stains

Perhaps not everyone has experienced the yellow stain on white shirts, but I'm sure many of you have. Here's a way to keep them from appearing in the first place.

Things You’ll Need:

* Deodorant
* Looser shirts
* Detergent

Step 1
If you use an antiperspirant try switching to a deodorant. Antiperspirants generally contain an aluminum-based compound that can increase sweating.

If you will not switch, proper care can lessen the damage caused by the stain.

Also, do not buy shirts that are tight on the armpit area. The closer the clothing to the area, the greater the chance for a stain.

Step 2
Wait for your antiperspirant or deodorant to dry fully before getting dressed.

Step 3
When you take off your shirt, pre-treat the armpit area. You can use either a stain stick or spray.

Step 4
Before washing your laundry, remember to apply detergent straight to the armpit and rub it in well (as is the same with any type of stain).

Step 5
If you still see the stain when the shirt comes out of the washer, DO NOT put in the dryer. Heat sets stains. Let air dry and treat again.


-or-

Don't be a douchebag in a stupid green tshirt.
 

"Piss off, man. She totally believes I'm Matthew Modine."

http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1450873856/nm0000546
 

Anton, the newest president of the De La Soul fan club, and his hoochie.
 

oh my god.....what insanity is this? one look is all it took for me to puke for 4 hours non stop. sadly, the quality of hot is not huge either. by quality i mean boobs.
 

Best pickup line ever:

Hey beautiful, I'm George Muresan's little brother. I'll let you find out what part of me has giantism.

-End the haberdouchery
 

Bob soon would come to regret the urethra-to-armpit relocation surgery.
 

Between dances Bob would race back to the glory hole to put gay cock into his hetero headlock of DEATH.
 

What ever happened to HOT chicks with douchebags...
 

The chicks dug Roy because of his ability to open champagne bottles with his armpit.
 

@ Barred Girls:

I checked out your blog; why, it's nothing more than a bunch of scathing mocking comments about pictures of dumb people hanging out at clubs, and.....oh. wait.

Nevermind; carry on.
 

He's not a douche, just drunk.
She's not a hott, just blonde
(Although, it seems she may have quite the boobules).
The T-Shirt and amulet are wrong as hell, but douche, I don't think so..most of the typical telltale signs are not present.
Regardless, he is NOT a Mitchum Man!!
 

In spite of his shoving a no. 2 pencil into each nostril up to the eraser and snapping it off, Todd's big bro Chucky STILL got the Hottie instead of him.
 

There's nothing wrong with her than an 8" wide belt and 12" diameter buckle wouldn't fix.
 

Gruber's armpit! Now with 25% more electrolytes! It's what shirts crave!
 

Anton's brother ... the lurker ... deserves to be recognized in this photo. The rugby shirt is a great way to get laid in 1988.
 

@Barred Girls....nice blog. way to push the envelope.
 

@Barred Girls...actually, the more i think about your comment, the more is pisses me off. you've got the balls to come in here and complain about the lack of a hot chick in this picture, but your blog is a total rip-off of this site.

if you post in here again, i'd strongly suggest that the tone of it either be positive or funny. or both.

capito?
 

i'm grumpy today.
 

Besides the self-important message on the t-shirt, this guy's not really that douchey.
 

lol @pfah jeez did you have stock in wachovia or something? a little testy today.

on a serious note, i'm tired of looking at this guys arm vagina
 

It seems that Lars own sent of DOUHE has put him and other party guest's in a certain dazed, drug like coma. For the Blondie, it had reverse effects- making her happy and unaware of the DOUCHE that sweats on her.
 

The path to self-love may sometimes include a detour to the Certain Dri® section of CVS...
 

I wonder if the other sweaty pit is on her shoulder and if he actually secretes douche..Something tells me creepy McCreeperson behind him has his finger some where it shouldnt be..Hence the please yet dissconcerting look on the E'd out douche hole.
 

@pfah

I'm with you, although I wouldn't hold your breath on getting anything "funny." I went over there and read a commentary about how some chick was a complete funt because she was wearing jeans in a bar. Um...so?

@bcs

You can generalize your statement to, "Did you have stocks?" or "Did you have money somewhere other than in a can under your bed?
 

Anton had loved himself so much that he had forgot everyone around him. Caught in his delusion he saw everyone around him just as a copy of himself. Well I wouldn't mind pitt stains" He thought "let me go take a picture with myself."
 

When Anton was told that he would not be admitted without a shirt, he and Cherie were crestfallen. Fortunately the management had a loaner in the outgoing laundry pile - in just his size!
 

Herbst stops by the local Helsinki disco decked out in his rugby costume while carrying a urine sample for drug testing after winning the pastrami eating contest to find that the love of his life, Ragnhilda, has won the "How Long Can You Stand Your Nose In The Armpit Of A Homeless Dreg's Armpit Contest".

They are a competitive couple.
 

Nasty he looks like hes gonna puke he probably smells of stale weed and old heinekin
 

***Charlie Brown gives the wink to the photographer, and seconds after this photo was taken, Puck from Real World was pepper sprayed, while Kristin Bell was apprehended for 2 hours while questioning commenced on why she hangs out with green shirted armpit stained fuckwads, and how the season is going to end on Heroes.***
 

Anton is the captain of the Finnish Herring Relay team... a little known race where contestants run a lap around the track in clown shoes with a fish stuck up their bung. The exchange of "baton" is most exciting as it is done without the use of hands. Guntar, to the left & back, is the anchor leg... he must eat the herring whole upon crossing the "finnish" line.

Cheri is a coach known as the "primer". she dilates racers to ease the "baton exchange"
 

Cheri the serial killer drugs herself another victim; meanwhile, cousin Cletus the Waterboy challenges himself to another game of 'What's That Smell ?'.
 

Anton is the washroom attendant at Klub Flugenweisel he dries of your junk with his patented pit squeeze following glory hole dips of daredevilry
 

LMAO

Add "glory hole dips of daredevilry" to the time capsule.
 

Creature's got it right; he's the designated dryer of doily-dunked dorks.
 

"pretty peppy party pal!"


doncha just love alliteration?
 

Anton is the new champion of the latest in Finnish indoor sport... hands free skipoling
 

He needs a can of "Really Ripped Abs".
 

I love you, Darksock. Not in a gay way, but in a Greco-Roman wrestling kind of way.

What scares me the most is that Anton seems to be cloning. Either that, or he takes orange-striped shits that look just like him.

@ pfah-
Thanks for the laundry advice. How do you get blood out of a seven-year old girl's panties? I mean, out of the upholstery of my car, I mean, out of my work gloves, I mean...What do you recommend for grass stains?
 

Cheri was to later discover that "Me" and "Myself" were the names Anton gave his fists. The sweatstain grew when he demonstrated his self-love techiniques.
 

What's with the apparition of the hoverbag?
 

The pic gives me a great idea for a horror movie. It features a rural inbred psycho family that are also douchebags.
 

From the appearance of Anton's lips and the obvious message on his tee shirt, it's clear he has been smacking himself.
 

Tragically, Cheri was unaware that Anton and his little brother Merdie had suffered a freak, simultaneous cardiac arrest due to the mixture they had huffed before the party --catastrophically-- mere seconds before the Comet passed over, converting them into Undead Flesh Eating Zombies!
 

She kinda has a Kirsten Dunce sort of hotness. He sort of looks like he's missing something, but I dunno wha... or wait its a hole in his forehead.
The hover bag looks like Marty Mcfly had sex with Nick Carter and then farted out an offspring into an Irish pub.
 

picture proof doing X isnt always a GOOD idea...
 

Bjorn was happy to give his asshole a rest for a night and let Lemux fuck his armpit instead
 

Cher--er---eee, won't you come out tonight.
 

This douche reminds me of a runner. He's bony enough, he has the sweaty pits, his face looks spent.

And by spent I mean he must be laying out cash for face powder, or some other "powder."

Hover-douche in the rear needs a hairline re-working before it's too late. He already has hints of Ronald Reagan visage...needs a testosterone infusion to get the temples to recede.

Hott is a modest variety, but likes her peroxide. Oh, darn, I forgot to add bleach to the white sheets..better run along...getting old is debilitating. Or is that mind-bending?

Never mind.
 

I (heart) anti-perspirant.
 

Me, myself and I I I!