Monday, November 24, 2008

 

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Jenny, Caroline and Susan smell bacon grease.

Comments:
Why is the chick on the left wearing her great grandmother's favorite dress?
 
"The Grim Reaper, Douche Bag Edition" makes sure Muffy, Tiff, and Becka get good and tanked up for the drive back home along the dimly lit,
cliff side roadway.
 
Allie, Katie-Beth, and Molly pose for the Girls Gone Wild camera crew unaware of the greasy douche ninja that was about to descend upon them.
 
Girls night out at the gay bar. Too easy. Look in the background. Not a single chick in the place other than these gals. What other venue would allow this dude to do what he's doing without having bouncers tear him to pieces?

I know more than a few girls who actually prefer to go to gay bars on a girls night out for a variety of reasons. Primarily, they dance without being grinded on by douchebags. They can drink without worrying about douchebags trying to take advantage. And then there's all the non-threatening eye candy.

So basically, douchebags are driving our hotts away to gay bars. This guy gets a pass for being a paid-to-pose-go-go boy.
 
"Waiter! Can we get a different table setting?"
 
Serious times call for drastic measures--I'm taking my shirt off.
 
Todd Jones - Ninja Welder.
 
Susan's guardian angel always made her feel safe... and greasy.
 
Marge, Kim, and Susan argued about whether Frankie Douche would be any match for Chong Li in this year's Kumite
 
Even Gary Larson had trouble coming up with a caption to describe Billy Jenkins
 
Russian Cossack Douche pulls three chicks out of his puffy pants! Film at eleven!
 
The gals just can't get enough of Doug "Dutch Oven" Diggler's pungent flatus downbursts.
 
"Hey Tina! If you suck his cock it makes you talk in a helium voice!!!"
 
Brent made good money on weekends urinating Jägermeister shots into sorority girl's mouths.
 
"I know, if I pull down my hat, I can't see them. If I can't see them, they won't see me! I'm the best ninja ever."
 
The girl in pink in front looks like she's ready to demonstrate a particular oral skill with that bottle.
 
The CIA surgeons were only able to save Trent Lott by grafting the top half of his head onto a donor 'bag, backwards.
 
Alicia later found out why Billy was nicknamed "the backdoor burglar"
 
Suzy used the distraction to secretly fellate Marsha Tucker's big ol' knee.
 
Thaddeus was stunned when the patrons of the Montauk Mudslinger’s Pub completely ignored his vaunted No Look Table Dance.
 
"Anybody seen my red shoelaces? I can't see shit..."
 
"The Karate Kid"
 
orange abs- the still center of the turning world.
 
^ Good one on Trent Lott--

"The Douche Executioner of medieval times would use "drowning by vinegar and water" as a punishment for only the most horrendous crimes."
 
As the lead male cheerleader at the local community college, Maynard always relished the opportunity to show off his honed kills as the pinnacle of their human pyramid.
 
*skills
 
"...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen..." Todd grimaced to himself as his body glistened with sweat from the exertion of filling his pants with butt nuggets.
 
Lester knew he missed a spot when shaving his armpit that morning, but was relieved when he found a belt to match his recently dyed pubes.
 
Kung-Fu Pussyfoot got himself a bouncer's job at Snatches gay bar.
 
feeding time at Micheal Crichton's Douchrasic Park
 
Eugene’s skills as the resident Lamaze instructor were pushed to the limit when Penelope and Phyllis insisted on replacing the instructional doll with their BFF Mathilda.
 
Each maiden was left stunned by the sodden mark of The Masked Tea-Bagger branded on their foreheads.
 
After slobbering from afar for several minutes, Jenny, Caroline, and Susan turned away horrified when they realized the stripper was Bobby from the special ed class that they taught.

AV
 
Fitty cent takin a D.U.M.P.
 
Any dude named Todd is a ripped hunk of burning funk and should be worshipped by women everywhere.
 
Steven Seagal and Jean-Claude La Douche in "Z Cavereeches or Death"
 
"Let's see how long Darren can keep the iguana up his ass!"
 
I find it oddly pleasing that not a single person in the frame is looking at the heaping pile of douche in the center of the room.
 
The Douche comes to all hotts at their appointed time.
 
Fumunda shots, $1
 
dammit plinky you owe me half a diet coke
 
Caroline squealed in terror as something warm and wet slapped the back of her neck. He blew out a hemmorhoid from flexing so hard.
 
Todd tried to find his posse by standing on Plinky's Mom's left tit.
 
"Ewww Mindy, I think he rubbed it on my head!"
 
M.C. Hemmorhoid - Don't Touch Dis
 
Gertie slung her leg up on the table, and prepared to accept Maude and Saundra’s needy fingers, while they all gazed contemplatively at the ‘Cake Farts’ clip being played on the screen below them.
 
Whenever Abernathy forgot his next table dance maneuver, he stole a peak at the notes he conveniently hid on the underside of his favorite ball cap.
 
Todd was seconds away from discovering the dangers of his "reverse mullet" hairstyle...
 
"why do all these beer bottles smell like ass?"
 
Dingleberry shots, $2

darksock sorry bro I don't do diet. It's either coffee (and gallons of it), water, dr. pepper
or black velvet.

share the diet coke with your mom ... she needs it.
 
"Mindy, I feel a sharp little prick in the back of my head!"
 
Todd finally learned what his special purpose was for. Unfortunately he went about it the wrong way by trying to skull fuck a chick from the wrong end.

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Note: any dude name Todd should be treated as a deity.
 
damn you douchetoevsky!
 
wtf is happening here, really
 
Peggy and her friends were thrilled to find that the organizers of the Pit Stench Festival had found enough room in the budget to hire stilt performers.
 
The 3 young maidens nearly fainted as the odor of cat piss, axel grease, imitation crab meat and Adidas cologne literally smacked them in their faces.
 
Dr Kevorkian you're needed at table 12
 
1 teabag, comin' up!
 
This is the worst Blue Man Group tribute. Ever.
 
It's "Howdy, Doodie!" time at the gay bar.
 
Open house at the Cobra Kai dojo.
 
@plinky-

sorry amigo, but i specialize in little pricks.


and from what i've heard around here, apparently so does your mother...
 
Walter quickly hid his face when Nub, from the Friday’s Waldouche posting, strolled angrily into the bar; demanding to know who had stolen the flamingo’s tape worm he used to hang the drapes in the Pink Ladies dorm room.
 
Lester lowered the brim of his hat in shame, once he caught a whiff of the pig entrails he used to tie his pants with.
 
Hey Douchetoevsky.

You still spending more time surfing than working these days?
 
Mortal Kombag.
 
FAGGOEHH! FUE!#$

TRAMAL!
 
Yeah yeah yeah, we get it. You real name's Todd. STFU.
 
Hullo ladeez. Which way to the Octagon?
 
Ralph's Roadside Bar-and-Grill still has to work out the kinks on it's wait staff.
 
Even after concealing his hair, Carrot Top still couldn't pull any tail.
 
Wax on, douche off
 
Meet Tyler, the next contestant on "How many Bud Lites can you fit up your rectum".
 
And thusly Todd went on to become the only man on earth to lose a stare-down contest with his own balls.
 
During their unfortunate Clockwork Orange phase, management at IHOP introduced their new syrup dispensers.
 
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Cervix.
 
@ crucial-

yep, i was until it decided to turn into early February in November out here on the Wrong Coast.

living on the dole is a wonderful thing indeed.

cheers!
 
"Who designed the centerpieces this year? Ed Hardy?"


That sounded less gay in my head
 
Todd Branson: Human Scottish Egg Dispenser.
 
Introducing the "Abs Anywhere" kegeling system.
 
"Howdy ma'am! Would you like pee or vinegar on your french fries?"
 
Orange you glad I came to the party?
 
DJ Beano proves he can fart an entire Aphex Twin song off of one single navy bean.
 
"Becky just avoid eye contact maybe it will go away"
 
Sir didn't you fight Sigourney Weaver in space or something?
 
"We here in Iowa like to go to the drive-in on Saturday nights and watch Todd try to flex his dick before Footloose is shown on the big screen."
 
Unfortunately, Ryan did not word his wish carefully enough, and each girl that the genie crapped out was less attractive than the one before her.
 
"DJ Beano". HA!

Me likey fart jokes!
 
"Karen, look! It gets an erection whenever they play Erasure..."
 
"I'm imagining your penis in place of this bottle d. baggins, come get some", said redhott salaciously.
 
While Kevin Federline waits for his career to take off, he keeps body and soul together by working as a topless waiter at the Bro's and Ho's nightclub in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
 
A Jersey oil slick caught fire in a local club. Film at 11
 
Test marketing for Cappy, the Anti-Underage Drinking Ninja, fell flat with its intended demographic.
 
Well to me it looks like he's about to break into a robot dance. And that reminds me of This Song
 
"At least these Hammer pants hide my vestigial twin." mused Todd.
 
Anyone seen my boyfriends Fishslap or Ricky?
 
Then, Brenda unintentionally spoke Kyo's trigger word and the party took a bad turn.
 
You can hollow out it's midsection and use it for your kayak tour of Prudhoe bay if you want Stephanie.
 
Neuter it before it breeds
 
well, he's no douchebag but still...
http://afrojacks.com/images1/ll%20cool%20j.jpg
 
Count Abula can suck the life out of any gathering
 
Next pic please
 
Ninja-douche stalks his prey.
 
Count Jockula frosted dingleberries: buy a pants-load now
 
Buddy sang bass in the Barber Shop Whore-tet.
 
Undeterred by the indifference of the revelers surrounding him, Todd redoubled his resolve to set the World Sulking Record.
 
To prove once and for all that bricks were for pussies, Sensei Irwin prepared to karate chop through three living bleethes.
 
@ darksock 1:47

Aw, damnit. I just discovered Scottish eggs and personally declared them Food Of The Gods. Now I keep thinking of this cumguzzler popping them out of his ass like an asian stripper doing the ping-pong ball trick. Bugger!!!!

However, the line "no shoes, no shirt, no cervix" makes me want to commisssion The Franklin Mint to release a series of gold-rimmed plates bearing your likeness.
 
"If the new draw-string Hefty-Bag can contain this 185-pound raging douche without puncturing, it can handle your trash needs with ease! Now available with odor-masking scent."
 
Marjorie, Sheila, and Trish didn't realize that their repeated viewings of Brokencyde's "Freaxxx" video had summoned the Douche Demon himself behind them. Ironically, said demon was named Todd.
 
Hott, Drunk, and Douche-covered are no way to go through life sweethart...
 
@ Medusa O:

I discovered Scottish Eggs and Irish Car Bombs in the same night at an Irish pub in Jackson. I was so happy.

The next day was one of misery.
 
Conway covered his face to maintain his concentration as he finished flatulating The Flight of the Bumblebee.
 
Shelia, her dark mane still damp, helped push her big-kneed friend Trish into position so she, too, could enjoy a golden shower.
 
@darksock, medusa

I just discovered car bombs a week ago. Afterwards, I felt like I should be in the position Medusa is in her profile pic, except much less happy looking.
 
The table barely registered a tremor as the clubs newest oil-burning lamp came crashing down.
 
Red-dress Jaclynn wondered is the term "blow job" were really this literal.
 
Johnny Cage, after being the victim of a fatality, was stuffed and mounted on the bar at Shao Kahn's House of Dance. Susan, Jessica and Marissa jumped at the photo opportunity.
 
A tribute to the simpsons:

Well, beer, we've had some great times
When I was seventeen, I drank some very good beer
I drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake ID
My name was Redhott Brunetee
I stayed up listening to Jordan Sparks-y
When I was seventeen
 
The Scientology meeting came to a screeching halt after a shirtless Tom Cruise climbed a table and crapped his pants.
 
Never trust a Todd. They are male Melissas. Interpret that as you wish.
 
Little did Pam, Lauren, and Jill know they were being stalked by the darkest angel from Douche Hell.
 
@medusa

If only you were around when I was in college. Melissa was the name of the girl I thought I was going to marry, until she savagely dumped me. For a douche.

Sigh.
 
If an uber scrote flexes his abs and the hotts don't notice, feel free to administer the well-deserved liver punch.

OR

Disclaimer: No hotts were physically harmed in the making of this AXE commercial. They were, however, emotionally scarred and blinded by body oil.
 
No on hears his lonely sign,
There are no transvestites where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the todd flies.
With sweet male melissa.. mmm..


I'd like to apologize to both plinky and the allman brothers.

It just seemed the right thing to do at the time.
 
FINISH HER!

Johnny 'Bag: Flawless Victory.
 
Sign up for the new extreme Chi-Gong classes ... where you'll learn to dangle three bar wenches from your wang.
 
Janice, Jan and Ethel's stepfather is very over-protective.
 
As the duchesses' #1 Royal Guardsman back home, Tyrell was amazingly adept at going incognito.
 
@ Medusa

Booooo! Booooooooo! Todd's are the most solid of solid males on the planet. And if my name weren't Todd I'd beat you like .... errrr, nevermind. A Todd would never hit a woman.

@ Mr. White

Ha ha ha. Hahahahahaha. That's brave of you to amdmit.

Oh, Melissa says "hi."
 
Wondering who's cock the girls were staring at Andre jumped up on the bar, pulling his cap down over his eyes so as not to be obvious.
 
Far past his glory day and in the downturn of the economy, the Ultimate Warrior had to take odd jobs as inanimate objects.
 
The premiere party for the CW's new drama about a sensitive black ninja living in suburban Des Moines was going to be bigger than The Hills no matter what.
 
He is the Grim Reaper of Bleethdom
 
Observer's noted the increase in odious secretions shows that this offering pleases the Douche Overlord
 
"Which one of you bitches wants to leg wrassle?"
 
I think Samurai scrote vanquished this 'bag.
 
This looks like a good place to pee
 
NinjaDouche prepares to pounce on the unsuspecting hotts below.
 
subqueero, crotching tiger, hidden baggon
 
Out of the smoke appeared Brad Anderson, C&C Music Factory's biggest fan.
 
Maybe I have somewhat of a bias on this topic, but I nominate this one as "Johnny Cage-bag." Or maybe that is too simple...
 
@ plinky

Tell that to the Todd that dumped me for a girl with a belly roll and dimply thunder thighs (She was proudly showing off in a miniskirt and half-shirt when I met her), a snaggletooth and a lazy eye. I shit you not. As for a beating, well, heh, don't threaten me with a good time! Snicker, snicker!!! Ok, you're the Todd exception.

@ Mr. White
See, you know what I mean. I went to school with one who conned the brilliant, cute kid with real acting talent to forget Hollywood stay here in the midwest with her. He became an insurance salesman last I heard. She waited seven years to tell him that neither one of their children was his.
 
Anyone seen my floral top?
 
These girls are gonna go back to the Mormon village, horny, and ready to churn butter.

ASvB
 
"I am Todd, I ditch fine looking women for those with uni-brows, snaggle teeth and cauliflower thighs. And if you have 2 lazy eyes which roll in your head like Cookie Monster's ... all the better. Throw yourselves upon my alter and let me ravage you like a drunk at 2in the morning eating a Garbage Plate."
 
@ plinky

BWAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA

Your Todd-ness is absolved. Go in peace, my son.
 
This what I imagine Spurs Fan's wet dreams look like
 
Coming soon: Dungeons & Douchebags
 
The hangman has finally come for stage five Bleeths.
 
One six-pack divided by three Bleeths equals two-poo.
 
The Chippendales go "Pirate," while the Bleeths mutiny.
 
The village laundresses reveled in their newest washboard.
 
"And a yo, ho, blow the man down!"
 
At first they thought they knew what he meant when the gay waiter said he was going to "take" their empty bottles. That's when sancho the hairdressing ninjamaiden (for the uninformed that's a gay ninja) made his move.
 
Sleep is for losers.

At the same instant Darth Ballcap shed his cloak, Obiswan Ki-brunette Bleeth had her Bud-Light saber powered up and ready for the epic showdown...
 
Draknar the evil douche overlord stalks his victims from behind, ready in bleeth any unsuspecting victim.
 
Maggie, Meghan, Mindy and Todd warm up for this year's "Live Nativity" at Shiloh Baptist Full Gospel Holiness Church by re-creating the first Body Count album cover.
 
mortal douche combat
 
Tailing Jenneys husband to find out where he disappers to on Thursday night resulted in a tragic revelation. As they are escorted from the gay bar they maintain nervous smiles while Jenney (front) is about to blow chunks.
 
Crouching Douchebag, Hidden Odor.
 
His Mortal Kombat fatality move is to shove Paris Hilton up his own ass a'la Mr. Slave.
 
Red Dress: "I bet a third bottle in his ass will finally make him smile..."
Blue Dress: "oh God I can feel a snail track between my shoulders ewwww"
White Dress: "See, I told you my Real Guy Doll is fun at parties"
Shirtless Pud: "Grunt!"
 
Why wont anybody look at me? Check out my abs and ninja pants
 
Samuri Scrote version 2.0

Boobies

GREENMAN
 
John Cena? Is that you John?
 
Kiss my axe
 
Missing item: His t-shirt that reads "Nobody knows I'm gay."
 
Douche Bag wins...Fatality...Flawless Victory.
 
The life of a washed-up kombatants include a red belt in douchebagism
 
Finish Them!!!


Douchetality!
 
After production closed on Dragon Ball Z, Goku was desperate for work. Dragon Srote Z
 
the moment he's trained his whole life for -

the final destruction of the tri-bodied hott monster.

focus, oh douche one
 
Oh look it's Paul from tekken 3!!
 
MORTAL COMBAT
 
The Douchinator Prepares To Unleash His Full Doucheness With The Fury of a Marky Mark Workout Video.

Three Two One....FEEL THE VIBRATIONS!!!
 
NINJADouche on the prowl...for new HC's
 
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