Wednesday, November 04, 2009
"Scrotes and Brunettes"

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From Milton 'Bagley.
Yeah, I got nothin' more to add to a pic when the douche writes "prick" under his cap while making the universal sign for 'I've never done this to a real woman'.
But the giant hawk on Sickboy from "Trainspotting" is pretty enjoyable.
As are the tasty ambiguously Semitic brunettes.
Mmm... I'd Natalie their Portmans.
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There is something very violent and disturbing about this pick. I can't really put my finger on it but I get the distinct feeling that the room in the picture smells like sweat, cheap booze, and shame.
I want to borrow that knife from lime girl to cut the lips off of that "prick."
I'd also like to borrow lime girl. And her friend. And their cheap champagne.
I want to borrow that knife from lime girl to cut the lips off of that "prick."
I'd also like to borrow lime girl. And her friend. And their cheap champagne.
First you are a douchebag, Wtf is the matter with these guys that post first and announce it like it's some kind of monumental achievement, what ever is wrong with you i'm sure its hard to pronounce
Aw yeah. I'd totally Carmen their Electras. I'd Salma all up in their Hayek and then Hilary all over their Duff. I stick my Tyra deep in their Banks, Rihanna it around, and make a Mila of their Jovovich.
Their Moss will be Kated with my Heidi Klum.
[shudder]
I gotta go Mallika my Sherawat with a gym sock now.
Their Moss will be Kated with my Heidi Klum.
[shudder]
I gotta go Mallika my Sherawat with a gym sock now.
The two in this pic (and the two with Grinny) are tasty examples of DB1's discriminating taste. It makes up for the semi-lack of douches. Although Prick Hat is looking like he wants to be on this site. How stoned is he, and his buddy on the right?
I went to college with guys who had eyes like that, after a night of using the "fish pump bong".
Now, order a pizza, and pass out.
I went to college with guys who had eyes like that, after a night of using the "fish pump bong".
Now, order a pizza, and pass out.
The card in Lime Hott's hand was handed to her minutes before by "Prick." I can just barely make it out, but it reads: "For a better-than-poking-yourself-in-the-eye-with-a-knife time, call Johnny "The Prick Mendicino" (I can't make out the number.)
The finger she is using explains her feelings toward him, and the color or her nails betrays the fungus which is already beginning to eat at her extremities from exposure to such scrotery. She is indeed planning on jabbing the lime-tipped knife into her eyes if she has to look at these rejects any longer.
The finger she is using explains her feelings toward him, and the color or her nails betrays the fungus which is already beginning to eat at her extremities from exposure to such scrotery. She is indeed planning on jabbing the lime-tipped knife into her eyes if she has to look at these rejects any longer.
I bet that shithead thinks he's really out there with that hair-cut. Well, guess what asshole, I had a mohawk in the '80's. Back then, you'd get your ass kicked every once in awhile for having one. Nowadays, I guess you just get tasty little brunette treats to suckle on.
Fuck this guy!
Fuck this guy!
The fungus in Trick's (Lime Hott) finger nails is the least of her worries. I got a sneaking suspicion the rent is due on the trailer house.
Oh well, back to the day-shift at the titty bar with ya.
Oh well, back to the day-shift at the titty bar with ya.
From LEFT to RIGHT:
Works at 10 Minute Oil Change;
Scares small children;
Likes Pricks;
Future Wife;
Lumberjack;
Day-Shift Shoe Model.
Works at 10 Minute Oil Change;
Scares small children;
Likes Pricks;
Future Wife;
Lumberjack;
Day-Shift Shoe Model.
Awwwrgh. Not only is my high school ring stuck on my middle finger, it smells like ASS. Why did I just lick it?
BTW, tell me something, guys: would the photographer be a girl or a guy? Would turdlets like these make the "universal sign" (Ha! Love it, DB1!) if it were a gal or a guy snapping the shot? Or would they be absolutely oblivious and make make that face if their grandmother were the photog?
*NOT* that any of you guys have ever made such a face, but maybe "you know somebody who did back in college" or something?
Just curious.
*NOT* that any of you guys have ever made such a face, but maybe "you know somebody who did back in college" or something?
Just curious.
Not going to lie here, I absolutely loved Andre back in my drink-till-you-end-up-pouring-a-gallon-of-milk-on-a-random-stranger-then-vomitting-blood-into-your-roomate's-shoes days. In Santa Barbara you can get two bottle for five bucks. Double that and you can get stank-hard drunk for an extremely affordable ten dollars American.
So I won't judge them based on their choosing of Andre, because I did the same, and only regretted once, when I woke up in solitary, but that's a story for a different day.
What I will judge them on is the fact that they look like complete fuckwits and are entirely consumed with making stupid hand gestures towards the camera man when they should be awkwardly groping the two young co-eds in the front row. That fact alone makes me want to roundhouse these taint pimples square in the spleen.
So I won't judge them based on their choosing of Andre, because I did the same, and only regretted once, when I woke up in solitary, but that's a story for a different day.
What I will judge them on is the fact that they look like complete fuckwits and are entirely consumed with making stupid hand gestures towards the camera man when they should be awkwardly groping the two young co-eds in the front row. That fact alone makes me want to roundhouse these taint pimples square in the spleen.
Well, somebody's gonna be waking up on the floor tomorrow morning with Sharpie markings on their ass.
These are the local "punk rockers" and these chicks are the "rebels" who like the "bad boy" thing.
You can't see it, but those quotation marks are dripping with sarcasm and disdain.
I give each of those wanna-be twat lickers thirty minutes, a topographical map of my gash and step-by-step instructions, and I promise you I'd still have to declare both of them heinously incompetent. Way to false-advertise, you morons. Well, the guy who has "prick" written on his cap is at least half correct.
You can't see it, but those quotation marks are dripping with sarcasm and disdain.
I give each of those wanna-be twat lickers thirty minutes, a topographical map of my gash and step-by-step instructions, and I promise you I'd still have to declare both of them heinously incompetent. Way to false-advertise, you morons. Well, the guy who has "prick" written on his cap is at least half correct.
The brunette walked out the back door of the bar and into the alley. Her vision blurred, and a loud buzzing sound ripped through her brain as she casually flung the lime off the end of the knife. A startled cat leapt out of the trash bin and dissapeared into the rainy night.
Choking back a sob, she took the knife and slashed her wrist, in one violent motion, exposing veins and tendons. Her vision dimmed and slowly faded as she watched her blood spill out onto the ground and into the gutter mixing with the rain, cigarette butts and condoms.
Bottom of 6th
Phillies: 3
Yankees: 7
Choking back a sob, she took the knife and slashed her wrist, in one violent motion, exposing veins and tendons. Her vision dimmed and slowly faded as she watched her blood spill out onto the ground and into the gutter mixing with the rain, cigarette butts and condoms.
Bottom of 6th
Phillies: 3
Yankees: 7
Sergeant Scrote Stain @ 6:46 said:
"So I won't judge them based on their choosing of Andre, because I did the same, and only regretted once, when I woke up in solitary, but that's a story for a different day."
Sorry, Sarge. I must disagree. You may not judge them, but I'm sure as hell gonna...
I don't give a shit how young, poor, or idiotic you may be. If you lack the fruit fly level of intellect required to comprehend that Andre is PISS then you deserve to have your little house party torched by angry mobs of villagers armed with flamethrowers.
Fuck torches. This is the 21st century. Every mob should have one motivated angry nut with a long-range Zippo.
"So I won't judge them based on their choosing of Andre, because I did the same, and only regretted once, when I woke up in solitary, but that's a story for a different day."
Sorry, Sarge. I must disagree. You may not judge them, but I'm sure as hell gonna...
I don't give a shit how young, poor, or idiotic you may be. If you lack the fruit fly level of intellect required to comprehend that Andre is PISS then you deserve to have your little house party torched by angry mobs of villagers armed with flamethrowers.
Fuck torches. This is the 21st century. Every mob should have one motivated angry nut with a long-range Zippo.
There sit on a dresser in the master bedroom a certain blown-glass perfume bottle, the stopper of which is the likes of this douchebag's spikey fouxhawk.
The two luscious brunetti concur, as do the split-finger-tongued signallers: none is so douchey as a stiffly spiked hairdo on any male. (females, too).
It is an utter abomination to all unicorns.
The two luscious brunetti concur, as do the split-finger-tongued signallers: none is so douchey as a stiffly spiked hairdo on any male. (females, too).
It is an utter abomination to all unicorns.
This group will be waking up in the morning:
guys (l->r) still drunk; alone; with a sore, wet ass; with two stink hands.
ladies (l->r) in the bushes; under the dog.
guys (l->r) still drunk; alone; with a sore, wet ass; with two stink hands.
ladies (l->r) in the bushes; under the dog.
Worst World Series, ever. Ever.
The Yankees have managed to do something even they never thought possible. They managed to assembled a team of the most hateable, despicable , villianous , hard to like group of ball players that not only rival the Reggie Jackson teams of the 70'-80's that included assholes with hitherto thought to have no equals like Lou Pinella, Ron Guidry and Bucky Fucking Dent and the Cuntrag Paul O'Neill, Scott Brossius, Roger Clemens teams of the 90's.
Seriously, I would hate to have to root for A-Rod and Texiera on my team, they are such douchebags. There isn't an interesting guy on that team, unless you include the hilarious hijinx of Jaba Chamberlain's meth dealing crack ho' mother.
Gimme the swashbuckle of the '05 ChiSox and their heart and soul AJ Pierzinski or even the dull, shark-like efficiency of the Albert Pujols Cards.
Let's see Youkilis battle a pitcher into a frustrating 14 pitch at bat that ends with a solid bases clearing double to the gap.
Even the Marlins, under dogs. Tampa Bay, a mohawking, bean balling band of hustlers.
Anything but a team of corporate ballplayers with the personality of fish. Gefilte fish. Floating in that bottle of gelatinous formaldahyde or whatever the fuck that shit is they float around in.
No, not even the MVP season by an admittedly classy Jeter is worthwhile. Fuck this contemptible, vile, ugly team . Up the ass. With an acid dipped 5-iron. Every sphincter on every player
No congrats from me . We'll get you next year you goat blowing, nomadic materialistic mercenary pikers.
Worst World Series, ever.
Don't get me started on the FOX Network.
The Yankees have managed to do something even they never thought possible. They managed to assembled a team of the most hateable, despicable , villianous , hard to like group of ball players that not only rival the Reggie Jackson teams of the 70'-80's that included assholes with hitherto thought to have no equals like Lou Pinella, Ron Guidry and Bucky Fucking Dent and the Cuntrag Paul O'Neill, Scott Brossius, Roger Clemens teams of the 90's.
Seriously, I would hate to have to root for A-Rod and Texiera on my team, they are such douchebags. There isn't an interesting guy on that team, unless you include the hilarious hijinx of Jaba Chamberlain's meth dealing crack ho' mother.
Gimme the swashbuckle of the '05 ChiSox and their heart and soul AJ Pierzinski or even the dull, shark-like efficiency of the Albert Pujols Cards.
Let's see Youkilis battle a pitcher into a frustrating 14 pitch at bat that ends with a solid bases clearing double to the gap.
Even the Marlins, under dogs. Tampa Bay, a mohawking, bean balling band of hustlers.
Anything but a team of corporate ballplayers with the personality of fish. Gefilte fish. Floating in that bottle of gelatinous formaldahyde or whatever the fuck that shit is they float around in.
No, not even the MVP season by an admittedly classy Jeter is worthwhile. Fuck this contemptible, vile, ugly team . Up the ass. With an acid dipped 5-iron. Every sphincter on every player
No congrats from me . We'll get you next year you goat blowing, nomadic materialistic mercenary pikers.
Worst World Series, ever.
Don't get me started on the FOX Network.
Go fuck yourself with a rusty tire iron. You ain't got a hair on your ass if you're an Anon. Pussy
Opinion not noted.
Carry on.
Opinion not noted.
Carry on.
One time I was so hard up for a bottle of Andre that I took the job of bullpen catcher for the
Washington Nationals.
Washington Nationals.
The small, dejected group gathered their things as they prepared to leave. It had been a late night, and tomorrow was a work day. Dick turned to the others and said, "Hey where's Sienna, she took it hard when Matsui hit that homer and walked out back, but we gotta' get goin'..."
Raindrops pattered off the plastic trashbags piled up against the wall behind the tavern. Somewhere in the distance a baby could be heard softly crying.
Her lifeless body was slumped to the ground in a near-seated position. A dark stream of blood trailed down the alley and over the sidewalk, picking up momentum as it mixed with the additional runnoff coming down the street.
A single drop of rain ran slowly down her forehead and paused for a time on her eyelash, before falling to the dirty ground below.
Through the thin door of the tavern a television broadcaster's muffled voice could be heard, "...and the final score from New York, the Phillies three, and the World Champion Yankees seven...."
Yankees bought another one, A-roid sucks
Raindrops pattered off the plastic trashbags piled up against the wall behind the tavern. Somewhere in the distance a baby could be heard softly crying.
Her lifeless body was slumped to the ground in a near-seated position. A dark stream of blood trailed down the alley and over the sidewalk, picking up momentum as it mixed with the additional runnoff coming down the street.
A single drop of rain ran slowly down her forehead and paused for a time on her eyelash, before falling to the dirty ground below.
Through the thin door of the tavern a television broadcaster's muffled voice could be heard, "...and the final score from New York, the Phillies three, and the World Champion Yankees seven...."
Yankees bought another one, A-roid sucks
@ Vin
Sing it brother. I couldn't even bother to watch this series. My hopes were dashed as soon as I knew Pedro was going to pitch. Way past his prime. I thought for sure that Petit would be launching gopher balls at the Phils because he usually sucks on short rest. Aw fuck it. The Sox will beat the piss out of them next year. As soon as we get a shortstop and a regular 1B. 'Til next year.
Sing it brother. I couldn't even bother to watch this series. My hopes were dashed as soon as I knew Pedro was going to pitch. Way past his prime. I thought for sure that Petit would be launching gopher balls at the Phils because he usually sucks on short rest. Aw fuck it. The Sox will beat the piss out of them next year. As soon as we get a shortstop and a regular 1B. 'Til next year.
I want to ask smiling wannabe punk rocker with the hair spike, "So, how much jizz did you use to get your hair like that, and what happens after it dries? Does it get as crunchy as that sock you use?"
"Go fuck yourself with a rusty tire iron. You ain't got a hair on your ass if you're an Anon. Pussy
Opinion not noted.
Carry on."
Not to interject, but choosing a screen name and a picture still makes you anonymous. Pot meet kettle.
Opinion not noted.
Carry on."
Not to interject, but choosing a screen name and a picture still makes you anonymous. Pot meet kettle.
^ Anon.
We're not bitter, we just hate the fucking Yankmees. Any normal person with an IQ abouve 1 does so why not you?
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We're not bitter, we just hate the fucking Yankmees. Any normal person with an IQ abouve 1 does so why not you?
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