That chciks's probably 25- she looks 40... I'd still pee in her butt.
 

You smell that?

Smells like a weekly winner to me.

Or maybe it's poo.

I can't be sure, they so often smell like the same thing.

Nomination for Best Golden Globes as well.
 

Tony those boobies ain't 40. The T-shirt is. and his T smells like poo.
He's her roommates' BF, come by the restaurant to grab sum dim, son.
 

Todd stood there sullenly in his ruined shirt as Lauren satisfied her public armpit lactation fetish.
 

Long narow snout means long narrow vaginal canal for me to paint with my meatstick
 

This PTP hott looks familiar. Wheezer?

Last time she appeared, however, I don't think she was in some kind of sub-basement dungeon. Maybe she's the new ring girl for a dog-fighting ring.
 

Is that a Kuni quote from UHF?

Her boobs are like two puffed-up blowfish sans spikes and compressed with an orange raincoat.
 

Don't you just want to bite those boobs?

Damn.
 

Christ - she's even more orange than he is. I call "fake" on her boobs and his IQ test sheet.

Remember: the future is in THEIR HANDS.

O Despair!
 

PTP hott or not, I'd hit that. And then, I'd hit him. With a shovel.
 

Sushi Head couldn't agree more with the neon sign flashing outside Club Douchewitz, "Dancing Brings Freedom".

He waited several hours before the rope was lifted and he, along with at least two hundred others, were ushered inside. Admittedly he was a bit surprised when the metal doors were locked behind the last person. Like the rest though, he figured it was just to keep the joint from getting overcrowded.

The interior was well decorated, modern furniture and art in a huge concrete shell. The music was pumping, the drinks were flowing, and several hours passed by rather quickly.

As the Hott hostess excused her self and headed (more like ran, thought Sushi Head) for the service exit, Sushi Head turned to grab his drink and noticed for the first time the hundreds of narrow, shallow gouge marks in the surface of the concrete. Out of curiosity he took a closer look and that's when he saw the pieces of finger nail sticking out from so many of them.

Moments later the volume on the sound system was turned up so that, as the ceiling vents were opened and the cyonide tablets were poured in, all the douches and bleeth waiting outside the velvet rope couldn't hear the screams of those trapped inside.

After the customary cleaning up of the "club" the doors were opened and the next wave poured in. They never even questioned why the place was empty, or why it smelled so heavily of Axe and poo. Because the drinks were flowing and the music was pumping.

Here's hoping they sell franchise rights in Chicago, South Beach...
 

this is one of the first specimens we've seen with this particular hairdo-uche. I've seen it a few times in the wild, where it is shaved up front and all around, but with a peacock mohawk.

It reminds me of Chicken Little (the old school one that is):

http://www.stuartngbooks.com/tyminski_chicken_little_cvr.jpg
 

Mr. Scrotato Head

Thank you. Please consider my day officially 'improved'.
 

She is the yumminess. Nice rack, mentally block the scrotebag on the right
 

Sploogebob Squarehead?

Damn, waitressing at Denny's really adds on the years.
 

Nice weak ass waist grip, douchebag. She ain't your girlfriend. Pull her in tight so the shape and firmness of her oranges are embedded permanently in your moob, if not your admittedly weak long-term memory. It's not like you'll get another shot at 'em.

In fact, If I was you I'd go full motorboat.


But that's just me.


And I've been thrown out of classier bunkers than this one.
 

Tide-clean whites are so flattering to titty-wampus wowees and moobs.
 

@ Mr. Scrotato Head:
re: Club Douchewitz
You've outdone yourself. Rickles would be more than proud. Thank you for allowing giggle hottie rice bowl to escape. Now, how do we put this business plan into effect?
 

I don't understand what's going on with that haircut. Does the fauxhawk start in the middle of his head? buzzed in front?
 

I'd pee in her spicy tuna roll
 

All the letters on his t-shirt spell, "Has sex outside of his species."
 

^^^Hey, that's my line!
 

Holy crap, I love her. I will labor without pay on the construction of Mr. Scrotato's Deathclub for the chance to catch a whiff of her perfume as she runs out the exit.

Yeah, I know, I wasn't too crazy with that one. But I'd prefer not to involve yak scrotums and distant relatives to be that close to her.
 

You sure this isn't a gaybag?
 

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I would gladly pay all of Massengill's salary to have a taxi driver escort me through the city where her grandmother's dentures were manufactured.
 

@ Medusa

I don't know. She looks like a Sarah Silverman knockoff... knockers... boobies... oh, what was I saying?
 

Jason Biggs is still pullin' in the hot poontang?

If I'm goona die for a word, my word would be poontang. The next word would be BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!
 

@ BillDouchiest

I LUUUURVE me some Sarah Silverman. Lithe, quirky, funny, au-naturel brunette hawtness. I would let her give me the Jewish guilt complex of the century while I prayed on my Catholic rosary, invoking Saint Maria Goretti to keep my thoughts pure, while simultaneously kissing the inside of Sarah's thigh and confessing my sins.


Too much?


I'll be getting some in a little less than 24 hours. I'll be a lot calmer afterwards, I promise.
 

@Dr. Bunsen Honeydouche^

Gawd. Poontang. I'm holed up in a low-rate hotel at the mouth of the Banff National Park outside of Calgary on a week-long training tour and that word warmed the chilled hole that is my heart.

And BOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS warmed the rest of me.

Well done.

@Medusa

I'm partial to the nasty, feisty you. Someone better tell Mr. Biscotti to hold back "just a little bit".
 

somehow the PTP nature of her hotness kinda doused my enthusiasms a bit. but i guess it's hard to find this level of hotness outside of the PTP job circles.

somewhere behind of one the walls in the background, Hatori Hanzo unsheathed one of his prized katanas. because sushi cannot be desecrated like this.
 

I'd give a year's salary to spank her bare bottom with a finely crafted wooden paddle covered in freshly-shorn alpaca fur.


And I'd grease the wheels of my BMW with Sushi Head's oil slick and surgically remove that herpes from his lip and add it to my personal collection.

Too much - I don't think so.
 

I'd throw up, but I know he's only at Hooter's and she is hoping for a good tip.

Don't hold your breath lady!