Monday, December 14, 2009
Hottest Hott of the Year (Bracket 1)
The 2009 Douchie Awards continue with the category of Hottest Hott of the Year, with the biggie, the 2009 HCwDB of the Year, on tap for tomorrow.
(EDIT: Due to requests for other hott considerations, this will be Bracket 1 of 2. The second bracket will run on Wednesday)
Here's your finalists:
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #1: Waxy McBrow's Rachelle

From early May, Rachelle's brunette curvy perfection cannot be understated, nor underdroolified.
Enjoy the curves in pics #2 and #3: Waxy and Goose and Waxy and Co.
Rachelle is too hott to be a Girl Next Door. Her smile causes pigeons to go into spontaneous molting. Her wrist tasks me to lick it uncontrollably.
Waxy McBrow is all that reeks of East Coast Douchery.
But Waxy is not up for this 2009 Douchie Award.
Rachelle, and her lively assets, are. And they are worthy indeed.
But enough to win 2009 Hottest Hott of the Year? Vegas has her at a solid 3:1. But then there's ...
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #2: The Bagpoleon's Josephine

Appearing in early November and winning a Weekly, The Bagpoleon Complex's Josephine remains a wonder of curvaceous natural perfection.
And even though Bagpoleon wrote in to bitch, we must honor his hott with a nomination.
Josephine's second pic shows off her curves with even more aplomb.
And by aplomb, I mean aboobies.
While 'Bagpoleon displays the dreaded Groin shave Reveal (GSR) and writes in with annoying douche-mail, he is not what is in consideration here.
Instead, we ponder Josephine. And 19th Century boobie literature.
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #3: Crabs McGee's Minnie Von Shtup

Paid to Pose?
Perhaps.
But Minnie Von Shtup's blank expression and perfect body have the angelic hymn of humpty hump.
She is the pouty 'tude of art school dropout who gets her Cosmos for free and every door held open for her for twenty years.
And then she's pissed when the gravy train slows down at 36.
But for now, Minnie is all that is golden about suckle thigh.
While Crabs McGee, like Bagpoleon, shows off his shorn testes in awful ways.
But this is about Minnie.
Can she fire up enough fantasies to both alert Freud and win the Hottest Hott category? There's one more finalist to go:
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #4: Bucky's Kathy Hott

It was either Kathy or Charleez for the final slot, and I let personal brunette biases (and perfect smile) sway me. Although it could've gone either way.
Kathy's first party pics were here and here, and she made an immediate "Woo! Hottie" impression.
Then came her run with Bucky here, with Bucky's crazy skillz. The Pain is Real. Buckster partys. And Buckster celebratin'.
Overly tanned?
Perhaps.
Glorious in every bitable way?
Most certainly.
This is always the hardest category of the Douchie Awards to select four finalists from, as hottness is so varied and suckle thigh. And while I tried not to let my preference for brunettes who'd look great in librarian glasses bias me, I didn't quite succeed.
Hotterable mention to The Velvet Flog's Denise who almost made it into this category. Because the DB1 wants to lick her kneecaps. ScroTep's outrageously tasty hottie could've made the cut. I also wanted to include Grad School Melissa, but the plump (if highly gnawable) arm was just not enough.
So them's your four. Four enter. Only one can be Hottest Hott of the Year.
Vote now.
(EDIT: Due to requests for other hott considerations, this will be Bracket 1 of 2. The second bracket will run on Wednesday)
Here's your finalists:
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #1: Waxy McBrow's Rachelle

From early May, Rachelle's brunette curvy perfection cannot be understated, nor underdroolified.
Enjoy the curves in pics #2 and #3: Waxy and Goose and Waxy and Co.
Rachelle is too hott to be a Girl Next Door. Her smile causes pigeons to go into spontaneous molting. Her wrist tasks me to lick it uncontrollably.
Waxy McBrow is all that reeks of East Coast Douchery.
But Waxy is not up for this 2009 Douchie Award.
Rachelle, and her lively assets, are. And they are worthy indeed.
But enough to win 2009 Hottest Hott of the Year? Vegas has her at a solid 3:1. But then there's ...
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #2: The Bagpoleon's Josephine

Appearing in early November and winning a Weekly, The Bagpoleon Complex's Josephine remains a wonder of curvaceous natural perfection.
And even though Bagpoleon wrote in to bitch, we must honor his hott with a nomination.
Josephine's second pic shows off her curves with even more aplomb.
And by aplomb, I mean aboobies.
While 'Bagpoleon displays the dreaded Groin shave Reveal (GSR) and writes in with annoying douche-mail, he is not what is in consideration here.
Instead, we ponder Josephine. And 19th Century boobie literature.
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #3: Crabs McGee's Minnie Von Shtup

Paid to Pose?
Perhaps.
But Minnie Von Shtup's blank expression and perfect body have the angelic hymn of humpty hump.
She is the pouty 'tude of art school dropout who gets her Cosmos for free and every door held open for her for twenty years.
And then she's pissed when the gravy train slows down at 36.
But for now, Minnie is all that is golden about suckle thigh.
While Crabs McGee, like Bagpoleon, shows off his shorn testes in awful ways.
But this is about Minnie.
Can she fire up enough fantasies to both alert Freud and win the Hottest Hott category? There's one more finalist to go:
Hottest Hott of the Year Finalist #4: Bucky's Kathy Hott

It was either Kathy or Charleez for the final slot, and I let personal brunette biases (and perfect smile) sway me. Although it could've gone either way.
Kathy's first party pics were here and here, and she made an immediate "Woo! Hottie" impression.
Then came her run with Bucky here, with Bucky's crazy skillz. The Pain is Real. Buckster partys. And Buckster celebratin'.
Overly tanned?
Perhaps.
Glorious in every bitable way?
Most certainly.
This is always the hardest category of the Douchie Awards to select four finalists from, as hottness is so varied and suckle thigh. And while I tried not to let my preference for brunettes who'd look great in librarian glasses bias me, I didn't quite succeed.
Hotterable mention to The Velvet Flog's Denise who almost made it into this category. Because the DB1 wants to lick her kneecaps. ScroTep's outrageously tasty hottie could've made the cut. I also wanted to include Grad School Melissa, but the plump (if highly gnawable) arm was just not enough.
So them's your four. Four enter. Only one can be Hottest Hott of the Year.
Vote now.
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Out of these four, Minnie Von Shtupp is the one I'd most like to have change her number after our first date.
Wow.
Great selection. I'm going to need to take some time to "think", and then some time to clean up.
Be back later...
Great selection. I'm going to need to take some time to "think", and then some time to clean up.
Be back later...
In reverse:
Kathy is a bleeth. Look at her pics, don't let the smile fool you.
Minnie is all kinds of sex pot hott, but is paid to pose, so should be disqualified.
Josephine is so fine. What a body! Not sure about the face with the big glasses.
Rachelle is gorgeous. Love the boobies. Hate the Waxy McBrow arm piece. I'm taking points off for her taste in bags.
Josephine ftw.
Kathy is a bleeth. Look at her pics, don't let the smile fool you.
Minnie is all kinds of sex pot hott, but is paid to pose, so should be disqualified.
Josephine is so fine. What a body! Not sure about the face with the big glasses.
Rachelle is gorgeous. Love the boobies. Hate the Waxy McBrow arm piece. I'm taking points off for her taste in bags.
Josephine ftw.
While the others are hott no doubt, Josephine is the only hot that when I saw her with her DB counter-part I actually coveted to the sinful degree of true envy and became enraged.
Josephine FTW.
Army of Douche-ness.
P.S. who was the hott, I'm thinking her name was Calista, that got me and then others started on quoting movies and replacing other names with Calista and why wasnt she on the list??? when was that?
Josephine FTW.
Army of Douche-ness.
P.S. who was the hott, I'm thinking her name was Calista, that got me and then others started on quoting movies and replacing other names with Calista and why wasnt she on the list??? when was that?
First off, damn you DB1 for excluding Charleez. She is the hottest hott to ever be hot. And she makes my fuzzy yarbles ache. And she is thrice my future x-wife. And IMO, she makes Kathy look like a sea hag.
Oh well. Of the four finalists, I'll go with Josephine. Her pics leave little to the imagination, and I like that. That body of hers makes God glad he took the time to create the universe sometimes.
Josephine FTW.
AV
Oh well. Of the four finalists, I'll go with Josephine. Her pics leave little to the imagination, and I like that. That body of hers makes God glad he took the time to create the universe sometimes.
Josephine FTW.
AV
I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but Im really not happy with any of these choices. there were so much hotter hots this year.... I'm swamped but if I had time I'd send links... will you accept Write-Ins?
I have to change my vote. After reading Josephine's response and then noticing in the second pic that she has some ass hat tat on her right thigh, I can't help her win anything. Damn.
I guess I'll go with Rachelle. I think she can still be saved. Once Waxy's leather suits business goes under, she'll leave him.
I guess I'll go with Rachelle. I think she can still be saved. Once Waxy's leather suits business goes under, she'll leave him.
Josephine is absolutely delictable. Looking at her gives me flashbacks of 2008 Best Golden Globes winner The Hourglass (minus a few days of tanning in Seaside Heights). Tall, slender and possessing excellent birthing hips, I would like Josephine to bear my children. The Magic 8-Ball shows Vegas hot turned into upper-class soccer mom in her near future.
Rachelle FTW. Minnie's a pro, Kathy is not as hot, and Josephine forever ruined it for me by attempting to communicate.
Which is too bad, because I would have voted for her. Sometimes, silence is best.
Which is too bad, because I would have voted for her. Sometimes, silence is best.
Kathy is orange.
I worry about Minnie if ol' Crabs have to wear gloves to touch her.
I haven't forgotten Josephine's illiterate email to the site written in crayon, being dumb as a sack of doorknobs is a big turn off.
By process of elimination I vote for Rachelle. A beautiful face and a stellar rack of lamb, and by lamb I mean bewbs. By bewbs I mean love maracas.
I worry about Minnie if ol' Crabs have to wear gloves to touch her.
I haven't forgotten Josephine's illiterate email to the site written in crayon, being dumb as a sack of doorknobs is a big turn off.
By process of elimination I vote for Rachelle. A beautiful face and a stellar rack of lamb, and by lamb I mean bewbs. By bewbs I mean love maracas.
I have to write in Greasy Vincente's hott. There is no contest - except possibly from Cynthia.
Silvertone
Silvertone
Rachelle gets more attractive the more I look at her, and the added pictures make her look better. In that group shot, she hijacks your eyes so you can't even think of looking at another. She could be the only girl in a group of scrote, and it could still be labeled "Where's Waldouche?"
Josephine has a smokin' body, but her douchebagette sunglasses hide too much that's critical, so I can't pick her. Kathy is just too tanned, sorry. And Minnie is delightful, but just doesn't do it for me like Rachelle.
Josephine has a smokin' body, but her douchebagette sunglasses hide too much that's critical, so I can't pick her. Kathy is just too tanned, sorry. And Minnie is delightful, but just doesn't do it for me like Rachelle.
Any one of these hotts could have me working on a yak farm castrating the animals with my teeth just to earn enough money to buy them the most expensive jewelry in the store, have them say, "Thanks, sucker. Now go away and never sully my day with your presence again.", and I'd do it with a smile. Of all of them, though, Josephine is the one that would most make me believe that even more yak castration would be worth buying more bling with which she could use me and reject me a second time. Josephine FTW. I wish I could see her eyes (Rachelle almost had it there), but Josephine is so physically perfect, I cannot imagine what's hidden by the glasses being anything less than stellar. God wouldn't be that cruel to her, or us.
I think we need a ruling on the legality of these finalists from the eidetic memory of Wheezer.
Not really liking any of these 3 so far.
Not really liking any of these 3 so far.
For Rachelle, I would quit my job and relocate to New Jersey, just to ensure the best quality stalking experience for both of us.
Rachelle FTW
Rachelle FTW
Josephine would be the perfect embodiment of what this site stands for, hot chicks WITH douchebags. She even defended her chosen douche with her best third grade english skills. What a woman!
Josephine for hottest hott, and immediate fitting for a ballgag in Medusa's basement. She would be oh so much hotter if she was just quiet.
Josephine for hottest hott, and immediate fitting for a ballgag in Medusa's basement. She would be oh so much hotter if she was just quiet.
Next to DB of the year, this is the most compelling category. I hope that next year you might include voting brackets.
I'll vote for Kathy here but I'm writing in Truckstop Pudwick's Shana from October.
I'll vote for Kathy here but I'm writing in Truckstop Pudwick's Shana from October.
It hurts to be breaking with my pro-grammar agenda, but it has to be Josephine FTW. She was the only hott this year that made me stop and stare at the screen for a few minutes before noticing the douche.
This category is a conundrum, since hottitude is so subjective. Had I compiled the list of finalists, none of these four would have made the cut. So, it becomes less about which hott chick is the hottest than it is about validating DB1's personal spank bank. Not that I'm disparaging that; we all need one. I'm just glad DB1 isn't a zoophile or an amputee fetishist, which would make this category a tad awkward.
That said, the hott chick that DB1 wanks to that I most agree is wank material is Kathy. She's beautiful, has a gorgeous smile, is nearly naked, and most importantly, isn't sporting styrofoam tits or writing emails that showcase her kindergarten mental capacity.
Kathy to win, although I personally would rather slam it to the middle chick in the party photos. But I like hot sauce on oatmeal too, so fuck you.
That said, the hott chick that DB1 wanks to that I most agree is wank material is Kathy. She's beautiful, has a gorgeous smile, is nearly naked, and most importantly, isn't sporting styrofoam tits or writing emails that showcase her kindergarten mental capacity.
Kathy to win, although I personally would rather slam it to the middle chick in the party photos. But I like hot sauce on oatmeal too, so fuck you.
Sweet jeebus, them's some hotts. I'm going with RACHELLE ftw. Her plump, ripe melons, beautiful smile, perfectly-tanned skin, and sexy dark eyes and hair are enough to make me order everything in Victoria's Secret catalog (in black, of course), just so I could swim naked in the pile of silk & lace and dream what it would be like to see Rachelle draped in such heavenly sheer goodness. And, of course, boobies.
Honorable (bonerable?) mention to Minnie Von Shtup, because she causes dripping wet boners with nary a glance. And Josephine's got the best bod of the bunch, but those stupid oversized-sunglasses make me think she's hiding a butterface. And that's always distracting when pleasuring one's self--just as much as trying to ignore the guy to the right.
Honorable (bonerable?) mention to Minnie Von Shtup, because she causes dripping wet boners with nary a glance. And Josephine's got the best bod of the bunch, but those stupid oversized-sunglasses make me think she's hiding a butterface. And that's always distracting when pleasuring one's self--just as much as trying to ignore the guy to the right.
If write-ins are allowed, I vote for Charleez, she looked hott and kept her mouth shut (as HC's should, cuz let's face it, too many HC's aren't too bright, as evidenced by the attraction to DB's).
Based on un-posed/paid for posing, I would have to vote for Josephine (though she needs to shut up and lose the glasses).
-noobbag
Based on un-posed/paid for posing, I would have to vote for Josephine (though she needs to shut up and lose the glasses).
-noobbag
Kathy's a Bleeth. Minnie's a pro. Rachelle is a Vietnamese ladyboy with bolt-ons. And Josephine ruined it for herself by writing in.
This final needs a do-over.
Abstain.
This final needs a do-over.
Abstain.
Sigh. This being my first Douchies I can only hope that Hottest Hott of the Year does not preclude other true hotts from entering the Hall of Hott. For if only the winner of Hottest Hott can enter the Hall, then a true travesty has occurred.
Clearly Francine has been unjustly overlooked for Hottest Hott (DB1, words cannot express my disappointment). Her smile and deep, dark eyes haunt me to this day. She is all that is smouldering sex, innocence, and fwap-til-it-hurts goodness. From her first pic came the beginnings of my episodic tribute, The Fall and Rise of Francine.
Consider this final chapter my write in vote for Francine:
The Fall and Rise of Francine, A Scrotemas Memory"
Part I
“Sweet Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick,” gasped Medusa as she collapsed beside the Christmas tree, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her shoulders twitching from the aftershocks of the massive orgasm. She licked her ruby lips, her breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. “Christmas may come but once a year but you keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll be cumming all year long. Holy f*ck.”
“Old joke,” groaned Francine. She looked up from between her red haired lover’s spread legs and flashed her familiar, innocent smile, a smile that masked a soul that was anything but. She gave Medusa’s sex one last, playful lick before sliding up the woman’s body, kissing and nibbling as she went. She settled into Medusa’s awaiting embrace and pulled a blanket across the two of them.
They lay in exhausted, silence for some time, both content to enjoy the crackling of the fire in the nearby hearth. Unwrapped gifts were scattered about the room, intermingled with the remnants of festive paper and ribbon. Francine reached out and picked up an enormous studded green jelly dong which dangled from a sturdy leather harness. Wires ran from the base of the devise to a small battery pack on the belt. She squeezed the dildo and the entire devise began to vibrate and twist exuberantly as “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” filled the air, drawing a laugh from both women.
“Vin Douchal never disappoints,” said Medusa as she filled a pair of wine glasses. Francine gave the toy a second firm squeeze to silence it, then put it back with the rest of the deviant devices piled around the base of the tree, all gifts from baghunters and huntresses.
“After everything that’s happened this year,” asked Francine, taking a glass from Medusa, “did you ever think we would find ourselves here, together?” Rising on one elbow, she took a small sip of the warm, fragrant wine. She set the glass aside and began tracing her finger across the woman’s generous, natural breasts. At her touch the woman’s nipples responded with newfound energy.
Francine looked down into the face of the woman who had rescued her from a horrible relationship, who had helped her to accept the role of Hott and all the affection from baghunters that came with it, the same woman she had then cheated on. They had reconciled, but it had not been an easy process. Francine often wondered if she could ever hope to make up for what she’d done.
Medusa looked up at Francine and met her gaze. She saw the look of fear and uncertainty, emotions the young woman was clearly trying to hide. But Medusa had learned through her own difficult past how to read people. She reached out and brushed the blonde hair from Francine’s shoulder. What comfort could she truly give her? Lovers had failed Medusa before, some worse than others, and she’d survived them all. True, Francine had paid for her sin, paid dearly, and even with all that she’d come back to her. Medusa did have that power over people, and Francine had not been able to resist. Tie the knots in just the right pattern, apply a little hot wax, place your hands in just the right places, and people will never, ever be the same. Medusa smiled against her will.
“What’s so funny?” asked Francine, misunderstanding the woman’s expression.
Clearly Francine has been unjustly overlooked for Hottest Hott (DB1, words cannot express my disappointment). Her smile and deep, dark eyes haunt me to this day. She is all that is smouldering sex, innocence, and fwap-til-it-hurts goodness. From her first pic came the beginnings of my episodic tribute, The Fall and Rise of Francine.
Consider this final chapter my write in vote for Francine:
The Fall and Rise of Francine, A Scrotemas Memory"
Part I
“Sweet Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick,” gasped Medusa as she collapsed beside the Christmas tree, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her shoulders twitching from the aftershocks of the massive orgasm. She licked her ruby lips, her breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. “Christmas may come but once a year but you keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll be cumming all year long. Holy f*ck.”
“Old joke,” groaned Francine. She looked up from between her red haired lover’s spread legs and flashed her familiar, innocent smile, a smile that masked a soul that was anything but. She gave Medusa’s sex one last, playful lick before sliding up the woman’s body, kissing and nibbling as she went. She settled into Medusa’s awaiting embrace and pulled a blanket across the two of them.
They lay in exhausted, silence for some time, both content to enjoy the crackling of the fire in the nearby hearth. Unwrapped gifts were scattered about the room, intermingled with the remnants of festive paper and ribbon. Francine reached out and picked up an enormous studded green jelly dong which dangled from a sturdy leather harness. Wires ran from the base of the devise to a small battery pack on the belt. She squeezed the dildo and the entire devise began to vibrate and twist exuberantly as “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” filled the air, drawing a laugh from both women.
“Vin Douchal never disappoints,” said Medusa as she filled a pair of wine glasses. Francine gave the toy a second firm squeeze to silence it, then put it back with the rest of the deviant devices piled around the base of the tree, all gifts from baghunters and huntresses.
“After everything that’s happened this year,” asked Francine, taking a glass from Medusa, “did you ever think we would find ourselves here, together?” Rising on one elbow, she took a small sip of the warm, fragrant wine. She set the glass aside and began tracing her finger across the woman’s generous, natural breasts. At her touch the woman’s nipples responded with newfound energy.
Francine looked down into the face of the woman who had rescued her from a horrible relationship, who had helped her to accept the role of Hott and all the affection from baghunters that came with it, the same woman she had then cheated on. They had reconciled, but it had not been an easy process. Francine often wondered if she could ever hope to make up for what she’d done.
Medusa looked up at Francine and met her gaze. She saw the look of fear and uncertainty, emotions the young woman was clearly trying to hide. But Medusa had learned through her own difficult past how to read people. She reached out and brushed the blonde hair from Francine’s shoulder. What comfort could she truly give her? Lovers had failed Medusa before, some worse than others, and she’d survived them all. True, Francine had paid for her sin, paid dearly, and even with all that she’d come back to her. Medusa did have that power over people, and Francine had not been able to resist. Tie the knots in just the right pattern, apply a little hot wax, place your hands in just the right places, and people will never, ever be the same. Medusa smiled against her will.
“What’s so funny?” asked Francine, misunderstanding the woman’s expression.
The Fall and Rise of Francine, A Scrotemas Memory
Part II
“Nothing,” replied Medusa, emptying her wine glass. She was about to go on when she heard the familiar sound of the backdoor unlocking and opening. “What the Hell?” she exclaimed. Only a few people had a key to the house, and they were all on strict orders that no playtime was to be scheduled over the holidays.
“Yes! Yes!” Francine squealed, jumping up and grabbing her rope. “It’s here! Ah hahahahahaha! It’s here!” She tossed Medusa her robe and pulled her to her feet, dancing like a young child, her intoxicating laughter filling the house, “Get up get up get up! It’s here.”
“What, what’s here?” Medusa asked, pulling on her robe loosely. She could hear a commotion building in the kitchen, something large banging and crashing, accompanied by the grunts and exclamations of a couple hushed voices. Medusa reflexively reached for the Glock 27 she kept secreted under the couch cushion.
“Your Christmas present, that’s what,” laughed Francine, a look of mischievous pleasure bursting across her beautiful face. “Bring it in here boys!” she shouted.
“But you already got me…” started the confused red head.
“Those were just warm ups!” said Francine as Sergeant Scrote Stain and Mr. White emerged from the darkened hallway pushing a huge, misshapen object on a dolly. They wheeled the gift to the center of the room and set it down with a loud clump.
The gift was about four feet high, several feet wide, covered by a dark blanket, and moving.
Francine, unable to contain herself, skipped over the object, her robe flowing open as she moved. Sergeant Scrote Stain let out an audible whimper and Mr. White dropped the satchel he’d draped over his shoulder as Francine’s breasts bounced up and down and up and down. She turned to face Medusa, grabbed the top of the blanket and pulled it free.
“Merry Christmas!” she and the two baghunters shouted.
Marc Meuller blinked furtively in the low firelight, a look of absolute confusion and terror filling his bloated, over tanned face. A massive rubber cock was jammed into his mouth, held in place by a generous wrapping of duct tape. His arms and legs were likewise secured with tape to a sturdy metal chair. Save for a pair of brown dress shoes he was completely naked.
Medusa stared at Donkey Douche in shock and amazement. He struggled against his bonds and tried to scream, his voice completely muffled by the dildo, his face turning from person to person, his mind trying to grasp just what the hell was going on. She took slow, measured steps towards her “present”, looking him up and down. He was not a pretty sight. Not because he had been treated badly. There was some bruising, as she always expected when Mr. White was involved. No, Donk simply hadn’t taken very good care of himself. A generous layer of fat covered his once firm muscles, and steroids had clearly done a number on his cock, which barely protruded from the shaved flesh between his thighs. His skin was wrinkled from over exposure and lack of nutrition.
“You did this for me?” asked Medusa.
“It was Mr. Scrotato Head’s idea,” said Francine, “he said it was the perfect gift to show you what you mean to me. He also said you’d know what to do with it. He said that would be the perfect gift for all the baghunters and huntresses. Do you like it?”
As she approached the douchebag her loosely tied robe fell open. Instinctively Donk stopped his struggling, his eyes fixed on Medusa’s exposed, shaven sex. A creature of small brain and primitive urges, his dick sprang meekly to attention in spite of his current circumstances. Medusa failed to notice. She leaned down and looked into the man’s face, her will drawing his lust filled gaze away from her pussy and up to hers.
“Hello, Donkey Douche,” she said
Part II
“Nothing,” replied Medusa, emptying her wine glass. She was about to go on when she heard the familiar sound of the backdoor unlocking and opening. “What the Hell?” she exclaimed. Only a few people had a key to the house, and they were all on strict orders that no playtime was to be scheduled over the holidays.
“Yes! Yes!” Francine squealed, jumping up and grabbing her rope. “It’s here! Ah hahahahahaha! It’s here!” She tossed Medusa her robe and pulled her to her feet, dancing like a young child, her intoxicating laughter filling the house, “Get up get up get up! It’s here.”
“What, what’s here?” Medusa asked, pulling on her robe loosely. She could hear a commotion building in the kitchen, something large banging and crashing, accompanied by the grunts and exclamations of a couple hushed voices. Medusa reflexively reached for the Glock 27 she kept secreted under the couch cushion.
“Your Christmas present, that’s what,” laughed Francine, a look of mischievous pleasure bursting across her beautiful face. “Bring it in here boys!” she shouted.
“But you already got me…” started the confused red head.
“Those were just warm ups!” said Francine as Sergeant Scrote Stain and Mr. White emerged from the darkened hallway pushing a huge, misshapen object on a dolly. They wheeled the gift to the center of the room and set it down with a loud clump.
The gift was about four feet high, several feet wide, covered by a dark blanket, and moving.
Francine, unable to contain herself, skipped over the object, her robe flowing open as she moved. Sergeant Scrote Stain let out an audible whimper and Mr. White dropped the satchel he’d draped over his shoulder as Francine’s breasts bounced up and down and up and down. She turned to face Medusa, grabbed the top of the blanket and pulled it free.
“Merry Christmas!” she and the two baghunters shouted.
Marc Meuller blinked furtively in the low firelight, a look of absolute confusion and terror filling his bloated, over tanned face. A massive rubber cock was jammed into his mouth, held in place by a generous wrapping of duct tape. His arms and legs were likewise secured with tape to a sturdy metal chair. Save for a pair of brown dress shoes he was completely naked.
Medusa stared at Donkey Douche in shock and amazement. He struggled against his bonds and tried to scream, his voice completely muffled by the dildo, his face turning from person to person, his mind trying to grasp just what the hell was going on. She took slow, measured steps towards her “present”, looking him up and down. He was not a pretty sight. Not because he had been treated badly. There was some bruising, as she always expected when Mr. White was involved. No, Donk simply hadn’t taken very good care of himself. A generous layer of fat covered his once firm muscles, and steroids had clearly done a number on his cock, which barely protruded from the shaved flesh between his thighs. His skin was wrinkled from over exposure and lack of nutrition.
“You did this for me?” asked Medusa.
“It was Mr. Scrotato Head’s idea,” said Francine, “he said it was the perfect gift to show you what you mean to me. He also said you’d know what to do with it. He said that would be the perfect gift for all the baghunters and huntresses. Do you like it?”
As she approached the douchebag her loosely tied robe fell open. Instinctively Donk stopped his struggling, his eyes fixed on Medusa’s exposed, shaven sex. A creature of small brain and primitive urges, his dick sprang meekly to attention in spite of his current circumstances. Medusa failed to notice. She leaned down and looked into the man’s face, her will drawing his lust filled gaze away from her pussy and up to hers.
“Hello, Donkey Douche,” she said
Wow, I would have expected Charleez or Francine to make the finals, versus paid to pose Minnie. Or the Tuscan gal with Greasy Vincente. Or the Farrah Fawcett hott. But this is what we've got...
I expected Josephine to show up, as she is this year's Hourglass. She would have been the runaway winner had she not opened her mouth.
My vote goes for Rachelle, whose boobs are natural, whose smile is warm, and whose douche isn't much of one. But even without the douche, she's got the best combination of natural assets, and isn't orange.
I expected Josephine to show up, as she is this year's Hourglass. She would have been the runaway winner had she not opened her mouth.
My vote goes for Rachelle, whose boobs are natural, whose smile is warm, and whose douche isn't much of one. But even without the douche, she's got the best combination of natural assets, and isn't orange.
Josephine. She's got a look that screams "freaky". I'm kind of amazed that Kathy's made it this far. While she is very hot, there is one thing that's always bothered me about her, and that's the unnatural skin color. The fact one of her posing friends is slightly more orange than her doesn't help.
I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number. I thought I clicked on "Hottest Hott," but all I see here is a bunch of 'bag-worshiping Bleeths.
C'mon, DB1, you can do better than this. Where's Jake Whatupguy's near-perfect brunette?
C'mon, DB1, you can do better than this. Where's Jake Whatupguy's near-perfect brunette?
The Fall and Rise of Francine, A Scrotemas Memory"
Part III of III, and final installment
Hearing the nickname broke the trance. Meuller’s expression changed from fear to rage. He thrashed against his bonds, veins popping on his neck, his orange face turning a deep purple. Mr. White reached with precision into his satchel and pulled out a handheld power drill, a 3/8” bit already set in the chuck. Without a word he pressed the drill against Meuller’s exposed shoulder and buried the bit until it hit bone. He pulled the bit out as it rotated, blood spraying in all directions. Meuller howled, the dildo in his mouth barely muting the painful wail.
Medusa leaned in close, a mist of Donkey Douche’s blood settling on her hard, white skin. She leaned in until she was but a few inches from the Donk’s face. Meuller was now truly terrified. Tears streamed down his wrinkled and worn out face, mascara dripping down onto his fat cheeks. His erection was gone, gone with the expectation that he was part of some twisted sex party, gone with the realization, as he looked deep into the woman’s eyes, that he would ever leave her house again.
Francine came up beside her lover, nuzzling her ear and giving her a tight squeeze. “So, do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” Medusa answered, her eyes never leaving the Donk’s, “Do I like it? Sweetheart, grab Vin Douchal’s strap on and prepare yourself. This is the best Christmas present I have ever had.” She turned then and gave Francine a long, deep, soul filled kiss. Her hand reached up and found the woman’s breast beneath her robe. She squeezed it firmly, pulling the young, beautiful woman to her when a spray of fluid spattered against her cheek. Both turned back to Donkey Douche. He shrinking member glistened from the remnants of premature ejaculate. Even the dildo in his mouth couldn't disguise his childish grin.
Medusa wiped the jizz away with the back of her hand. She stood up, letting her robe fall to the floor. She reached out and took the green strap on from Francine.
“First things first,” she said, motioning for the two men to take Donkey Douche downstairs, down to the room with the soundproof walls and red stained floor drains. As they readied to lift the dolly, she placed her hand on Meuller’s arm and looked again into the douchebag’s eyes, fixing them with a rigid, hate filled gaze. She pushed Vin Douchal’s gift under the man’s chin.
“What they gave you in jail,” She said, motioning with her eyes to his ass, “you know, what they did to you. You liked it, didn’t you? Not at first, no, but after a while, you did. Well, and listen, listen to me Donk, you will want me to continue doing the things to you that you are about to experience. You will beg me with everything that is in you to keep going, to keep giving it to you. But you will not like what I do to you. Not at first, not after a while, never.”
“Merry Christmas,” she said as the terrified Donkey Douche was wheeled away. Francine stepped up to her side, dropping her own robe and grabbing a handful of sex toys. “Merry Christmas and God bless us Baghunters everyone.”
If you've liked the story, I'm glad that you did. If you didn't, well you didn't have to read it, did you?
Medusa, you're off the hook now, though I'll continue fwapping to these and other fantasies of the two of you together. That's my present to me.
Francine for Hall of Hall. End of story.
Part III of III, and final installment
Hearing the nickname broke the trance. Meuller’s expression changed from fear to rage. He thrashed against his bonds, veins popping on his neck, his orange face turning a deep purple. Mr. White reached with precision into his satchel and pulled out a handheld power drill, a 3/8” bit already set in the chuck. Without a word he pressed the drill against Meuller’s exposed shoulder and buried the bit until it hit bone. He pulled the bit out as it rotated, blood spraying in all directions. Meuller howled, the dildo in his mouth barely muting the painful wail.
Medusa leaned in close, a mist of Donkey Douche’s blood settling on her hard, white skin. She leaned in until she was but a few inches from the Donk’s face. Meuller was now truly terrified. Tears streamed down his wrinkled and worn out face, mascara dripping down onto his fat cheeks. His erection was gone, gone with the expectation that he was part of some twisted sex party, gone with the realization, as he looked deep into the woman’s eyes, that he would ever leave her house again.
Francine came up beside her lover, nuzzling her ear and giving her a tight squeeze. “So, do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” Medusa answered, her eyes never leaving the Donk’s, “Do I like it? Sweetheart, grab Vin Douchal’s strap on and prepare yourself. This is the best Christmas present I have ever had.” She turned then and gave Francine a long, deep, soul filled kiss. Her hand reached up and found the woman’s breast beneath her robe. She squeezed it firmly, pulling the young, beautiful woman to her when a spray of fluid spattered against her cheek. Both turned back to Donkey Douche. He shrinking member glistened from the remnants of premature ejaculate. Even the dildo in his mouth couldn't disguise his childish grin.
Medusa wiped the jizz away with the back of her hand. She stood up, letting her robe fall to the floor. She reached out and took the green strap on from Francine.
“First things first,” she said, motioning for the two men to take Donkey Douche downstairs, down to the room with the soundproof walls and red stained floor drains. As they readied to lift the dolly, she placed her hand on Meuller’s arm and looked again into the douchebag’s eyes, fixing them with a rigid, hate filled gaze. She pushed Vin Douchal’s gift under the man’s chin.
“What they gave you in jail,” She said, motioning with her eyes to his ass, “you know, what they did to you. You liked it, didn’t you? Not at first, no, but after a while, you did. Well, and listen, listen to me Donk, you will want me to continue doing the things to you that you are about to experience. You will beg me with everything that is in you to keep going, to keep giving it to you. But you will not like what I do to you. Not at first, not after a while, never.”
“Merry Christmas,” she said as the terrified Donkey Douche was wheeled away. Francine stepped up to her side, dropping her own robe and grabbing a handful of sex toys. “Merry Christmas and God bless us Baghunters everyone.”
If you've liked the story, I'm glad that you did. If you didn't, well you didn't have to read it, did you?
Medusa, you're off the hook now, though I'll continue fwapping to these and other fantasies of the two of you together. That's my present to me.
Francine for Hall of Hall. End of story.
Charleez as a write in. Her obvious bubbly (er, boobly) personality trumps Kathy's bleethiness, Josephine's lack of education, and Minnie's Pert poster girl hair. Though I must say that when I look at Rachelle's breastesses, I gain new appreciation for the human circulation system - I yearn to be the blood returning to her heart through those boobies.
Kathy is Orange,
Minnie is paid to pose,
Josephine rates 'Defective' after prolonged IQ testing,
Rachelle just plain looks like a bad person.
Where the fuck is Francine. This is bullshit.
Minnie is paid to pose,
Josephine rates 'Defective' after prolonged IQ testing,
Rachelle just plain looks like a bad person.
Where the fuck is Francine. This is bullshit.
Josephine has a rockin bod, but the glasses hide too much to tell for sure how hot she is.
Minnie does nothing for me at all.
Tough decision between Rachelle and Kathy. Both are beautiful, no doubt about it. Kathy reminds me of a girl I knew in law school, and shoulda banged when i had the chance. But I was married and that is a different story...but she calls to me with those eyes. She is rather Bleethy though, which tips the scales in favor of the lovely Rachelle, who just keeps getting prettier every timne I look at her.
Rachelle, and her beautiful breasts, for the win.
Minnie does nothing for me at all.
Tough decision between Rachelle and Kathy. Both are beautiful, no doubt about it. Kathy reminds me of a girl I knew in law school, and shoulda banged when i had the chance. But I was married and that is a different story...but she calls to me with those eyes. She is rather Bleethy though, which tips the scales in favor of the lovely Rachelle, who just keeps getting prettier every timne I look at her.
Rachelle, and her beautiful breasts, for the win.
Rachelle. The 'Waxy and Co' pick wins it for me.
Though Josephine is perfect in every way, I can't see her eyes and that bothers me. Plus Bagpoleon's height discrepancy between the two pics throws me off. Is he standing on a box in the 2nd pic? On his tippy-toes?
Regardless, Rachelle.
Though Josephine is perfect in every way, I can't see her eyes and that bothers me. Plus Bagpoleon's height discrepancy between the two pics throws me off. Is he standing on a box in the 2nd pic? On his tippy-toes?
Regardless, Rachelle.
Rachelle. Because I like her best.
Mr Scrotato Head . . . I felt as though the plot needed a little more back story, and I would have liked to have seen Justin, Crucial and Darksock get a mention and maybe a little Francine-fondle or Medusa-munching.
On the whole though a most excellent literary effort, I really felt as though I was there. And by felt as though I was there, I mean I need a new tube sock.
Mr Scrotato Head . . . I felt as though the plot needed a little more back story, and I would have liked to have seen Justin, Crucial and Darksock get a mention and maybe a little Francine-fondle or Medusa-munching.
On the whole though a most excellent literary effort, I really felt as though I was there. And by felt as though I was there, I mean I need a new tube sock.
I would eat rotten Grade B porch beef out of a rat infested sewer just to smell the discarded wrist band that was flushed down Josephine's toilet after her Rehab Vegas weekend came to an end.
Josephine.
for making me envy a high caliber douche that is shorter than a 5th grader and dumber than a 3rd grader.
Josephine.
for making me envy a high caliber douche that is shorter than a 5th grader and dumber than a 3rd grader.
Whatsup with all the whining? It's not like Francine and Charleez are going anywhere, people. Their pics are still lickable.
- Management
- Management
Since Cynthia isn't nominated here...I think it's hands-down Josephine. I guarantee she's a knockout from every angle.
I almost voted for Josephine. Her letter rant actually turned me on. What can I say, me likes 'em dumb. What kept me from choosing her is her giant sunglasses, I just don't know what's behind them. Probably, a beautiful face, but she could have those creepy cat like eyes that make me avoid eye contact.
Rachael has the boobies but I already voted Golden Globes.
Kathy is hott but not my type.
Minnie FTW. Her emotionless ice cold expression is what I like. She looks almost robotic, yet soft. I love the arch in her back and of course, side boob.
Rachael has the boobies but I already voted Golden Globes.
Kathy is hott but not my type.
Minnie FTW. Her emotionless ice cold expression is what I like. She looks almost robotic, yet soft. I love the arch in her back and of course, side boob.
Agree that Cynthia should be on this list, she is too hot to be next door hot. Anyway, Josephine blows everyone of these hotts out of the water. FTW!
Kathy Hott is tempting, but I have to go with Rachelle. Beautiful smile and a great rack - how can you go wrong? Aside from being seen in public with Waxy McBrow I mean.
I agree with those who say some of the best choices are absent from this list ("Baggio's Babe", a fav of mine, appeared twice this year but is not on the list.)
I can't bear Minnie, the "Tracy Lords wannabe". Total poseur.
I like Rachelle of the four, but disappointed with my choices. :(
I can't bear Minnie, the "Tracy Lords wannabe". Total poseur.
I like Rachelle of the four, but disappointed with my choices. :(
@DB1
Whining? Nay nay. I prefer to call it pining. And by pining I mean Francine and these hotts make my unit is as hard as pine, not the hardest of woods, but about all I can muster after a solid weekend of fwapping.
Typed that entire last chapter with one hand firmly affixed to my Johnson.
Can't feel anything below my elbow or my waist.
I need a glass of water.
Whining? Nay nay. I prefer to call it pining. And by pining I mean Francine and these hotts make my unit is as hard as pine, not the hardest of woods, but about all I can muster after a solid weekend of fwapping.
Typed that entire last chapter with one hand firmly affixed to my Johnson.
Can't feel anything below my elbow or my waist.
I need a glass of water.
rachelle is like the lucky charms to my milk.
i would suck her up like a vacuum cleaner.
rachellllle.
i would suck her up like a vacuum cleaner.
rachellllle.
Kathy Hott has got this, I believe. I would rub her thighs with a light cream on which I would sprinkly wild huckleberries, then top it off with melted Belgian chocolate and a candy flower garnish on her special place. Then I'd eat the fuck out of it.
She's the least sullied of all the hots displayed here.
She's the least sullied of all the hots displayed here.
If I were given a first-rate divorce attorney, and a utility belt filled with enough booze and Rohypnol, I believe I would target Rachelle as my first victim… er… Hottest Hott of the Year candidate.
Josephine is dumb, but my goodness does she represent everything I could ever ask for from the feminine form.
Josephine in a walk.
Josephine in a walk.
Rachelle all the way. Minnie and Josephine are Bleeth (in the latter case, this is more illustrated by her words than looks).
Kathy Hott is getting there, but Rachelle is a new level
Kathy Hott is getting there, but Rachelle is a new level
Josephine is so hott, even her incoherent rant can't knock her below any of the other three contestants.
Josephine by a shaved groin hair.
Josephine by a shaved groin hair.
People wanted to vote for their favorites, DB1, and you missed a couple. Minnie and Rachelle come pretty much out of nowhere to enter the final. Rachelle could easily have been Raquel, the Golden Globes winner and a monthly winner.
This category really could use brackets, to be more fair to your readership and to the many hotts that populate the site. And heck, that's 4x the boobies to judge.
This category really could use brackets, to be more fair to your readership and to the many hotts that populate the site. And heck, that's 4x the boobies to judge.
Josephine for the curves. And I will continue to believe that DB1 made up the email that she sent.
Dr. DB
Dr. DB
Kathy Hott blows away the josephine factor for natural beauty... The eyes guys the eyes..good lord..
Shaded up Josephine has her emaciated curves, but it's Kathy Hott's naturally full silky body, with drop dead smile and melting eye stares that would extend the global warming protests in Denmark to another month, which catapult her far above the 2 piece Josephines, ballooned up Rachelles, and pale skinned dime a dozen Minnies.
Clearly, Kathy Hott for the win.
Shaded up Josephine has her emaciated curves, but it's Kathy Hott's naturally full silky body, with drop dead smile and melting eye stares that would extend the global warming protests in Denmark to another month, which catapult her far above the 2 piece Josephines, ballooned up Rachelles, and pale skinned dime a dozen Minnies.
Clearly, Kathy Hott for the win.
Wait, this isn't a semi-final!? Then I'm with Scrotato, Francine deserves honor.
I would never suggest management has erred by narrowing the field to these four. I'm just hoping there's a plot twist and there's a second half of the bracket yet to be revealed (hopefully including Francine).
I would never suggest management has erred by narrowing the field to these four. I'm just hoping there's a plot twist and there's a second half of the bracket yet to be revealed (hopefully including Francine).
I am writing in Sierra for Hottest Hott. A futile gesture I know, but think of me as the guy in China as part of the pro-democracy movement who stood in front of a row of tanks, defiant to the end.
Wait, he is still in jail after 20 years?
Uh, Rachelle has nice boobies too.
Wait, he is still in jail after 20 years?
Uh, Rachelle has nice boobies too.
I'm doing a write in vote, I dig Claudina though i wish she'd get that tongue cleaned after lick Schmucklehead.
Those curves are like the hillside roadway you always see in a movie and i can imagine riding along those curves too fast just to fall into the sea.
No disrespect to any of the finalists.
Those curves are like the hillside roadway you always see in a movie and i can imagine riding along those curves too fast just to fall into the sea.
No disrespect to any of the finalists.
Thank you DB1. You must own stock in a lotion company. The extra bracket is a nice surprise, but I was happy with the four pics you gave. Don't let the regs cut into your drinking time. It is too important.
Josephine FTW.
Although I doubt the gravity of Bagpoleans height disadvantage. He appears to be standing off of a curb which the sucklable Josephine is on.
He is still a total bag with the GSR and fedora style head gear.
A win for him would be a groinal kick to prevent reproducing with Josephine a lovely bunch of little people.
Although I doubt the gravity of Bagpoleans height disadvantage. He appears to be standing off of a curb which the sucklable Josephine is on.
He is still a total bag with the GSR and fedora style head gear.
A win for him would be a groinal kick to prevent reproducing with Josephine a lovely bunch of little people.
I'm going to have to go with Josephine FTW. It was hard, and by hard I mean as rock solid as a tree trunk. So Josephine does me. Oops, I mean does it for me....either way.
AV: Christ on a bike! I forgot about that pic of Charleez. Fwwwaaaaaaaaahhhhh.....
DB1, please excuse the misgivings and blighted requests of us 'Baghunters. As evidenced in the GND catetory, the hott makes a man do all sorts of crazy, stupid shit. And if you don't see my vote in the second bracket, it's because I burst a cranial artery and keeled over on account of all the fwappitude.
Oh, and boobies...
DB1, please excuse the misgivings and blighted requests of us 'Baghunters. As evidenced in the GND catetory, the hott makes a man do all sorts of crazy, stupid shit. And if you don't see my vote in the second bracket, it's because I burst a cranial artery and keeled over on account of all the fwappitude.
Oh, and boobies...
Josephine FTW, because the utter lusciousness of her smooth body in complete opposition to the utter foulness of his smooth GSR.
I must echo infallible 8:03's irrefutable logic: Josephine's stunna shades. There are any number of things that could be going on under those things that might render her a butterface. I can't vote for her in good faith because of what it is simply unknown.
Bad fake boobs are instant disqualification, leaving Kathy Hott as the only remaining contestant. Her ability to smile winningly while being clutched by that Down syndrome guy shows she has a heart of gold too.
@ Mr S Head
Aside from the mention of yours truly, which kept my interest to the end, that was marvelous prose.
It's been a few hours since you wrote that. Where are the "Huzzahs"?
Francine will get her due, somehow. The groundswell is too strong to deny her. And by groundswell I mean the tent in the front of my pants.
Back to business. My vote for the winner IN THIS BRACKET is the natural wholesome grain goodness of Josephine FTW.
Aside from the mention of yours truly, which kept my interest to the end, that was marvelous prose.
It's been a few hours since you wrote that. Where are the "Huzzahs"?
Francine will get her due, somehow. The groundswell is too strong to deny her. And by groundswell I mean the tent in the front of my pants.
Back to business. My vote for the winner IN THIS BRACKET is the natural wholesome grain goodness of Josephine FTW.
For me its got to be Kathy. I have a thing for petite brunettes and I also feel like if she is into Bucky, she just might be into me. Sad statement I know but I have to believe its true. I would dawn a aboriginal baboon costume and descend from the trees to brave the open grasses of the lion infested savanna in 120 degree weather just to sample her scent on the warm corona Bucky gave her. Kathy FTW!!
Thank goodness this is brackets. I can't really put full confidence into any of them. Rachelle is a beautiful woman, but very non-descript. I like 'em a little quirky, and that is one bad tit job there. And by bad I mean shitty.
Josephine? Blast shields hide the face, I can forgive the body if I like the face, but not vice versa. It makes no difference to me if you have a less-than-fabulous body, but you MUST have a primo face. 'Cause that's what I'll be staring at while I nosh on your box.
Did I say that? Yes, I did. Sorry.
I think Minnie would sweep this if she were smiling. She looks cold and mean and scary. But if you're into that sort of thing, she's got hottness in spades.
Kathy Hott? Sorry. This chick is nasty. I really don't see the fuss. I'd do nothing to her except demand she bring me more coffee, and then I might smack her for putting sugar in it. But that's all.
Minnie Von Shtupp FTW, but only by default.
And I write in for Japanese Bunny Girl.
I'm off for another coffee. I see Mr. Scrotato has done some more writing....
Josephine? Blast shields hide the face, I can forgive the body if I like the face, but not vice versa. It makes no difference to me if you have a less-than-fabulous body, but you MUST have a primo face. 'Cause that's what I'll be staring at while I nosh on your box.
Did I say that? Yes, I did. Sorry.
I think Minnie would sweep this if she were smiling. She looks cold and mean and scary. But if you're into that sort of thing, she's got hottness in spades.
Kathy Hott? Sorry. This chick is nasty. I really don't see the fuss. I'd do nothing to her except demand she bring me more coffee, and then I might smack her for putting sugar in it. But that's all.
Minnie Von Shtupp FTW, but only by default.
And I write in for Japanese Bunny Girl.
I'm off for another coffee. I see Mr. Scrotato has done some more writing....
My vote is for Rachelle in this round.
For your 2nd round consideration, DB1: Bethany of Bethany and the Bowzer Twins from October.
For your 2nd round consideration, DB1: Bethany of Bethany and the Bowzer Twins from October.
The choice is obvious. My wife wins Hottest Hott of the year. These girls aren't anything to look at, and therefore not worth my--
Okay, she's gone. Rachelle takes this award hands down, and I would delicately torture all real life incarnations of Beverly Cleary books (including Ralph S. Mouse) for the remotest possibility of putting my hands down on Rachelle's AMAZING nipple-tipped suckle factories.
A-ooooooogah! (pant, pant, pant)
Okay, she's gone. Rachelle takes this award hands down, and I would delicately torture all real life incarnations of Beverly Cleary books (including Ralph S. Mouse) for the remotest possibility of putting my hands down on Rachelle's AMAZING nipple-tipped suckle factories.
A-ooooooogah! (pant, pant, pant)
I'm voting for potential brains over boobs and picking Rachelle. She's the only one of the four that have mastered the difficult art of getting fully dressed before being photographed with a douchebag.
Anybody who thinks that what lies under Josephine's sunglasses is not as fine as the rest of her needs to really rethink their priorities in life. She's not using girl under-armor (Rachelle), is not a part-time prostitute with fake hair (Minnie), and is not orange (Kathy). Get over yourselves. It's Josephine by a country mile...
josephine i guess, despite the fact she's an idiot. and is seen in public with one of the biggest tools that has ever graced this site.
this contest demands realness be rewarded, so please don't vote for rachelle people.
this contest demands realness be rewarded, so please don't vote for rachelle people.
Oh my goodness. I love ScroTep’s hott.
I want to rape her.
But I won’t because I would get in trouble. I’m going to go into the bathroom now and masturbate furiously.
Roosevelt T. Burman
Chase Manhattan
Rancho Cucamonga Branch
Cubicle D-8
I want to rape her.
But I won’t because I would get in trouble. I’m going to go into the bathroom now and masturbate furiously.
Roosevelt T. Burman
Chase Manhattan
Rancho Cucamonga Branch
Cubicle D-8
Rachelle. In a walk. PTP Minnie should be disqualified, and Kathy is pure bleeth (and, unlike fine wine, she seems to get worse with age/exposure).
Josephine would have worked but for the insipid e-mail, that can't be rewarded here.
Josephine would have worked but for the insipid e-mail, that can't be rewarded here.
@ RtB
I just made my company's deposit at your bank branch and I heard someone yelling Dropping Loads!
... coming from the rest room.
Explains why I have no appetite for lunch right now
I just made my company's deposit at your bank branch and I heard someone yelling Dropping Loads!
... coming from the rest room.
Explains why I have no appetite for lunch right now
There's really only one way to go here...MVS. Yes, she's a model being paid to take this shot, but come on...who *wouldn't* pay her to pose? She's got an unearthly beauty and a bod that would drop sparrows dead in mid flight faster than a 747 taking off. Sure, Rachelle's got some big fake boobies, but her visage is less than MVS's angelic perfection. Josephine's body is slammin', it's true...but not like MVS's. And the ginormous douche shades might be hiding something. Like a monobrow, or pinkeye. As far as Kathy Hott goes...not really sure why she made it in here. Bucky is grade A douche material. Kathy...hot, yes, but of a decidedly lesser vintage than her mockworthy companion.
kathy hott. there is something perplexing about kh. she looks like she has a soul, an IQ over room-temperature, and maybe even a little substance. however, we know this cannot be true. for she hangs with bucky
DB1, WTF? This is truly weak. Thank God you've decided there'd be a second bracket.
I think I've seen Rachelle workign the day shift at Scandal's strip club at Queensborough Plaza in Queens. Boring Fake tit latina. Certainly nothing special. (I prefer Crosshair's Leia.)
Josephine is an overly tanned Bleeth with a good body and skimpy swimsuit, but weird chipmunk smile. In about 5 years she'll look about 80 after all the exposure to the sun and uberdouche.
Kathy Hott. Wow, DB1, never ahve I seen your personal obsession take someone so unworthy to such ridiculous heights. I mean, the Hall of Hott? Are you kidding me!?! This Orangebagette barely registers as hot at all in my book. Sorry.
So I, lover of brunettes, is forced to vote for Minnie Von Shtup for this bracket... the only one who belongs in the running at all, but certainly not my choice for Hott of the Year.
Golden Globe Raquel, while already awarded, is worthy. Hairy Belafonte's girl...one of my favorites. Also, Sheldon's Sienna = so much hotter than Kathy. also love the Happy Oktoberfest pigtailed blonde! I can't remember who else before then.
I think I've seen Rachelle workign the day shift at Scandal's strip club at Queensborough Plaza in Queens. Boring Fake tit latina. Certainly nothing special. (I prefer Crosshair's Leia.)
Josephine is an overly tanned Bleeth with a good body and skimpy swimsuit, but weird chipmunk smile. In about 5 years she'll look about 80 after all the exposure to the sun and uberdouche.
Kathy Hott. Wow, DB1, never ahve I seen your personal obsession take someone so unworthy to such ridiculous heights. I mean, the Hall of Hott? Are you kidding me!?! This Orangebagette barely registers as hot at all in my book. Sorry.
So I, lover of brunettes, is forced to vote for Minnie Von Shtup for this bracket... the only one who belongs in the running at all, but certainly not my choice for Hott of the Year.
Golden Globe Raquel, while already awarded, is worthy. Hairy Belafonte's girl...one of my favorites. Also, Sheldon's Sienna = so much hotter than Kathy. also love the Happy Oktoberfest pigtailed blonde! I can't remember who else before then.
What sort of whiney, jaded, backseat Don Juans could possibly grouse at the lineup here? If any of these stunning thoroughbreds were to order a #7 meal from you, your precious bodily fluids would spastically loose like a box of doves in a Whitesnake video.
First, a standing o to Mr. Scrotato Head. That was charming! You, sir, are a baghunter's baghunter - although personally, the Part III I imagined at the end of Part II was more to my liking. But that's only because I have this thing for taxidermy and cocktail shrimp. I'm sure it worked everyone else.
So anyway, hotts. Kathy, you're a adorable young woman but your nomination here is a consolation prize for getting shut out of the Next Door category. I'm sure once your doctor hits on the right cocktail you'll have a wonderful life.
Minnie, didn't I see you on "Toddlers & Tiaras"? The only thing faker than your breasts is the ID you used to get into that club. Don't try so hard. No one who still cuts the crust off their sandwiches should wear that much makeup.
Josephine, you are also the stuff of dreams and the babysitter that my wife would never hire. I wish you much luck in your journey to find your middle breast. When you come home, I'll introduce to my friend, Etan. Etan A. Sandwich.
And Rachelle. Oh, Rachelle. Oh hoh hoh hoh HOH HOOOOOOH RAAAAAAA oh. I'm, uh....wow. That's never happened to me before. 7 seconds has got to be some kind of record though. Take it as a compliment.
So yes, Rachelle please.
First, a standing o to Mr. Scrotato Head. That was charming! You, sir, are a baghunter's baghunter - although personally, the Part III I imagined at the end of Part II was more to my liking. But that's only because I have this thing for taxidermy and cocktail shrimp. I'm sure it worked everyone else.
So anyway, hotts. Kathy, you're a adorable young woman but your nomination here is a consolation prize for getting shut out of the Next Door category. I'm sure once your doctor hits on the right cocktail you'll have a wonderful life.
Minnie, didn't I see you on "Toddlers & Tiaras"? The only thing faker than your breasts is the ID you used to get into that club. Don't try so hard. No one who still cuts the crust off their sandwiches should wear that much makeup.
Josephine, you are also the stuff of dreams and the babysitter that my wife would never hire. I wish you much luck in your journey to find your middle breast. When you come home, I'll introduce to my friend, Etan. Etan A. Sandwich.
And Rachelle. Oh, Rachelle. Oh hoh hoh hoh HOH HOOOOOOH RAAAAAAA oh. I'm, uh....wow. That's never happened to me before. 7 seconds has got to be some kind of record though. Take it as a compliment.
So yes, Rachelle please.
Josephine is tin-roof hot, but since I can't see her eyes, she's out. Kathy Hott has a great smile...in that one picture. In the others, she's still lovely, but not quite Hottest Hott lovely.
Minnie does nothing for me. That's like voting for a porn star. That leaves Rachelle, with her million-dollar smile and ample bosom. Yeah, sure, works for me. She's no Charleez, but she'll do.
Minnie does nothing for me. That's like voting for a porn star. That leaves Rachelle, with her million-dollar smile and ample bosom. Yeah, sure, works for me. She's no Charleez, but she'll do.
Wow. Mr. Scrotato head, well done. Brilliant piece of writing!
As for the honey bunnies in this bracket, I've got to chose Rachelle.
Josephine's body is the ultimate, and I would dig my eyeballs out of my head with a brick just to water her plants while she is in Cabo. But, as it has been mentioned, you can't see her face. There are some freaky-deaky eyes out there, and she may have 'em.
Kathy is way too damn brown. She is incredibly cute, but looks like poo.
Minnie doesn't do it for me...Fergie face.
Rachelle is primo delicioso. Lines of coke appear magically on her thigh as if laid out by tiny Colombian/liliputians (look at the pic). Pretty, sexy, and probably a little bitchy, she is the best hott in this bracket.
As for the honey bunnies in this bracket, I've got to chose Rachelle.
Josephine's body is the ultimate, and I would dig my eyeballs out of my head with a brick just to water her plants while she is in Cabo. But, as it has been mentioned, you can't see her face. There are some freaky-deaky eyes out there, and she may have 'em.
Kathy is way too damn brown. She is incredibly cute, but looks like poo.
Minnie doesn't do it for me...Fergie face.
Rachelle is primo delicioso. Lines of coke appear magically on her thigh as if laid out by tiny Colombian/liliputians (look at the pic). Pretty, sexy, and probably a little bitchy, she is the best hott in this bracket.
Has to be Rachelle. All the rest have been horribly infected. Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus, her bewbs could cure the sick and allow the lame to walk.
To those calling for Jake Whatupguys's Hott, I agree she could've won last weekend's Girl Next Door Hott by a landslide. But let's not go there--that category brought forth all sorts of over-hormoned and under-sexed crybaby masturbatory issues. Mostly from me.
Besides, just as Bogart said, "We'll always have Paris," I look to Whatupguy's Hott and say, "We'll always have those five minutes in the bathroom after my wife turned down my request for morning sex so I got up and took a shower."
Besides, just as Bogart said, "We'll always have Paris," I look to Whatupguy's Hott and say, "We'll always have those five minutes in the bathroom after my wife turned down my request for morning sex so I got up and took a shower."
Kathy Hott FTW. And by FTW I mean I'd feed her grapes while reading poetry, then massaging her feet and plying her with wine.
Rachelle comes a close second. I'm a sucker for the girl-next-door type. Are those fake tits?
There's something about Hosaphine that sets my teeth on edge. Maybe it's just Bagpoleon. I dunno.
Minnie looks like a paid-to-pose girl with fake tits. I don't much care for fake tits, so you're got dinged for that. And that pose? not a good look for you. Of course, it may be proximity to a groin-shave-reveal that sets your teeth on edge, and a douchey photographer asking if you want to get paid unless you pose his/her way. For all I know, Minnie is wishing that I was feeding her grapes, reading poetry, massaging her feet, and plying her with wine.
That said, I'd kick all of these fine ladies out of my bed. Send them straight to the shower so they can be properly cleansed of the douche virus. Sorry ladies, its true: you've been exposed.
Rachelle comes a close second. I'm a sucker for the girl-next-door type. Are those fake tits?
There's something about Hosaphine that sets my teeth on edge. Maybe it's just Bagpoleon. I dunno.
Minnie looks like a paid-to-pose girl with fake tits. I don't much care for fake tits, so you're got dinged for that. And that pose? not a good look for you. Of course, it may be proximity to a groin-shave-reveal that sets your teeth on edge, and a douchey photographer asking if you want to get paid unless you pose his/her way. For all I know, Minnie is wishing that I was feeding her grapes, reading poetry, massaging her feet, and plying her with wine.
That said, I'd kick all of these fine ladies out of my bed. Send them straight to the shower so they can be properly cleansed of the douche virus. Sorry ladies, its true: you've been exposed.
I would be remiss to not point out that Greasy Vincente's Tuscan Hott is actually French. And very hot.
I think hot # 4 is Briana frost. A professional orange cam girl. Not really a girl next door hot, more like a douchette in hiding.
Somewhere between Rachelle and Kathy Hott is a nice win, and I have to choose.
Okay, I don't HAVE to choose, but I want to.
I'll go with Kathy Hott because she is so smiling at Bucky's Game. And we all know he's got GOOD GAME.
Okay, I don't HAVE to choose, but I want to.
I'll go with Kathy Hott because she is so smiling at Bucky's Game. And we all know he's got GOOD GAME.
"Well you made a long journey from Milan to Minsk.
Rachelle Rachelle.
You never stopped hoping. now you're in the Pinsk
Rachelle Rachelle
When the nay sayers nay you pick up your pace
So nothing's going to stop me so get out of my face.
I'm having adventures all over the place.
Rachelle RACHELLE!"
Rachelle Rachelle.
You never stopped hoping. now you're in the Pinsk
Rachelle Rachelle
When the nay sayers nay you pick up your pace
So nothing's going to stop me so get out of my face.
I'm having adventures all over the place.
Rachelle RACHELLE!"
Damn I forgot about Japanese Bunny Girl...
I refuse to believe that Josephine's write-in letter was authentic, simply because of the number of bullshit pieces I send in.
While I agree with Goolo about Josephine's need for a sammich, luckily I happen to keep a porch beef sammich right here in mah britches.
Josephine FTW; BRB, ROFB; LULZ, release the BONERKOPTRZ
I refuse to believe that Josephine's write-in letter was authentic, simply because of the number of bullshit pieces I send in.
While I agree with Goolo about Josephine's need for a sammich, luckily I happen to keep a porch beef sammich right here in mah britches.
Josephine FTW; BRB, ROFB; LULZ, release the BONERKOPTRZ
Minnie Von Shtup FTW...she brings the blondeness, the attitude, the sideboobieness...she has it all.
Wasn't Josephine the one that posted on here like a Bleeth? For every hott in the world, there's a guy that's sick of her shit.
I vote Minnie.
I vote Minnie.
In what appears to be an incredibly close race to the finals, I go with Josephine. Whine all you want about her response to this site -- who cares? Like I require an IQ above room temperature for what I have in mind.
if all 4 of these hotts sound like Josephine whenever they talk (and they probably do), i'm gonna have to vote for Minnie von Shtup. while her photograph offers no redeeming qualities to her apparent bleethiness, if you put all the contestants in this bracket into a Playboy audition, my money (read: jizz) would be on Minnie rising above the flames. Minnie von Shtup FTW.
Rachelle looks like a stripper, but with those mamms, well, goddammit I just don't care.
Rachelle FTW
Rachelle FTW
I'll take Minnie, please. Sure, she may be a paid to pose kinda girl, but even PTP hotts date and have boyfriends, and she may actually be dating this scrote. I sure hope not, of course. Because if she came home with me instead, I'd release her from that vest and bow tie. She should be degreased and decrabbed, then wrapped in furs and satins. She can be SAVED from the bleeth, I tell you! I have to believe. Wash off the eyeliner, put her in a ponytail and a tank top, and you'd have a perky college co-ed to drool over. With boobies. Glorious boobies!
I'm not voting this year, cuz I only just joined the fold, but I want to remind everybody that Josephine is the only one with sunglasses on. For all we know she is walleyed.
Waxy McBrow's hott has surgically inflated globes, but Bucky's Kathy has everything a guy could want, except for that ridiculous turd attached to her. Kathy Hott!
Josephine's poop tastes like cotton candy. That being said, I'm upset Kathy is even on this site let alone in the finals. Her face looks like a catchers mit. Typical pre-cancerous Jerzy trashbag.
Honestly I don't even think it's close. Rachelle destroys the others in this bracket, imo, although it appears not many feel this way...
Rachelle.
They all have lovely cans. Let's get that out of the way first. But here's the thing: The Hottest Hott has to drive even a douchebag to distraction. The douchebag must preen about himself and only himself. The hott is an accessory.
So look at the other tools: Oh, I have shaved my junk. Looky lookie! (Sorry, Minnie. You're out.)
Hey, everybody! I wear workout gloves but never saw a gym! (Sorry, Kathy)
Hey, I'm having an ab count contest with my hott (Peace, Josephine).
Yet, there's Waxy McBrow ... TAPPING ... ON ... HER ... NIP!
That rat bastard!
But he recognized the hott. As do I.
Rachelle for Hottest Hott.
They all have lovely cans. Let's get that out of the way first. But here's the thing: The Hottest Hott has to drive even a douchebag to distraction. The douchebag must preen about himself and only himself. The hott is an accessory.
So look at the other tools: Oh, I have shaved my junk. Looky lookie! (Sorry, Minnie. You're out.)
Hey, everybody! I wear workout gloves but never saw a gym! (Sorry, Kathy)
Hey, I'm having an ab count contest with my hott (Peace, Josephine).
Yet, there's Waxy McBrow ... TAPPING ... ON ... HER ... NIP!
That rat bastard!
But he recognized the hott. As do I.
Rachelle for Hottest Hott.
Rachelle.
Why? Josephine WAS hot until she opened her dumbass yap defending Bagpoleon showing she was dumb as a box of rocks, which, most times can be overlooked, but defending a douchebag accelerates a chick to Stage 5 Bleeth IMHO.
So it's all yours Rachelle, you win the golden globes. Congrats.
Why? Josephine WAS hot until she opened her dumbass yap defending Bagpoleon showing she was dumb as a box of rocks, which, most times can be overlooked, but defending a douchebag accelerates a chick to Stage 5 Bleeth IMHO.
So it's all yours Rachelle, you win the golden globes. Congrats.
Gotta go with Josephine. I don't think there were any 80's power ballads called Josephine. But there should've been, dammit!
Tough Rachelle has some major quartasian hot goings on, it is Josephine because she has…err…where was I? oh yeah, Josephine
Now I would like to say that coming up with four is no easy task DB1, there were quite a few I would sell my first born's kidney for. Having said that, we need a HCS, hottie championship series, consisting of polls, brackets and all kinds of confusing things we won't understand.
I feel this award though, since there only can be one, has to be given to rachelle. Although let's be honest it was between her and minnie, close third to josephine notably. Minnie may have the body of athena on a cold day, but in nature she may be a wild cheetah without her spots. I would lick rachelle's side boob even after she was thrown into the L.A. river by her serbian mobster john... then make love to her lifeless corps on film.
I feel this award though, since there only can be one, has to be given to rachelle. Although let's be honest it was between her and minnie, close third to josephine notably. Minnie may have the body of athena on a cold day, but in nature she may be a wild cheetah without her spots. I would lick rachelle's side boob even after she was thrown into the L.A. river by her serbian mobster john... then make love to her lifeless corps on film.
Wow, the first three are so hot that they wouldn’t even learn the meaning of premature ejaculation from me, because I wouldn’t even go soft, I’d just keep going for another 49 seconds. But Josephine wins because she would tell me that she doesn’t like condoms and I would still do her, so she would get only an extra 37 seconds.
_______, because she reminds me of a hott I went out with who had an iPhone and I asked her if I could use it to get directions. I wanted my indifference to my date to be more realer, so I needed to go to a place where the hott was plentiful… loading, loading, found it:
JOSEPHINE.
JOSEPHINE.
Josephine is clearly the hottest. She has the PERFECT body and her face looks pretty good too. The first girl is fake boobed and not that pretty, the blonde is wayyyyy too whory. The last girl IS FUCKING ORANGE> Maybe bleethiest orange.
By the way Velvet Flog's Denise is the only one who could compete with Josephine
By the way Velvet Flog's Denise is the only one who could compete with Josephine
“My friend from out of town is coming, is that cool?” Says your girlfriend. You figure, she’s going to ruin your night because you can’t get into the semi trendy spots your girl usually helps you get into with her charm. At the hotel lobby, you see perfection, “Jo” your girlfriend screams, then the embolism hits you she says things and you want to touch her, you see a glimpse of the near future: Myhouse, Guys and Dolls, in and in, plus free drinks. Then to a few days later you see it, a form reading “restraining order” filed by Josephine Hott.
I'm going with Rachelle because she, unlike Minnie, doesn't go for a man with a shaven groin. So I got that going for me.
Kathy. The rest of em seem like boring surgically enhanced arm candy. Also, I think she's more coppery than orange. It's easy to look overbaked when you're standing next to the Pillsbury Doucheboy.
Any of these lovely ladies EXCEPT for Josephine. Not that she's unattractive (fwap fwap), but Bagpoleon just doesn't deserve the validation.
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