She's in wuv.
 

Damn you, Ecstacy!

Getting douchebags laid since 1982.
 

Hott damn! I volunteer to be the one that teaches Maria how to read.
 

Carmine 'Dead-Eye' Earp received a kiss from his beloved, before turning, drawing the cockk from his crotch holster, and painfully firing five smooth gall-stones at the mounted bottles on the bar.
 

More pix of her....NOW!
 

Got pear?
 

She is beautifull.

And I don't care if the other side of her face looks like Plinky's mother's swollen prostate.

I'd still hit it.
 

He kinda has a Freddie Mercury overbite going...if he can perform female circumcision through a picket fence with his front teeth then he may actually BE Freddie Mercury...
 

Plinky and BCS must be sharing a cell in Cleveland.
 

Again.
 

Scarface's brother-in-law?


O Snap Tony's gonna be pissed
 

She's a soft kegeler. I just know it.
 

BCS is currently operating as a piece of rebar in the concrete foundation for the Burj Dubai.
 

This guy is a bear raper.
 

BCS is currently head unicycle maintenance technician for the Boise Idaho Cirque Douche Soleil.
 

Plinky is currently whittling small stainless steel cubes into sporks, with whiskers plucked from his mother's warts, as he sullenly stands in the corner of the mess hall at San Quentin.
 

BCS currently councils raped bears
 

BCS is currently massaging DB1's earlobes with his engorged right testicle.
 

BCS models rubber S&M gear and sports a neck choker made out of a bear's (virgin) asshole
 

WWWOOOOWWW.... Look at those jugs.
wow.
...
wowwwwwwww...
......



wow.
 

Maria was the bane of her family. The nerve! An Italian woman who doesn't know how to cook? Ave Maria!

Maria knew what she had to do. That night Maria went to the club and looked around for the biggest guido she could find. There she stumbled up Pietro. "Yes, you will do just fine" she whispered in his ear. Not needing any further communication, she lead Pietro to her villa.

Once inside, she told him to get undressed as fast as he could. Knowing a good thing when he heard it, he complied. He even liked the blindfold Maria produced and tied snugly over his eyes. She then told him she would be back in a minute.

Pietro was harder that a differential equations exam. The anticipation was killing him. How long had she been gone? 30 seconds, 2 minutes? It was then that he heard her heels clacking against the floor.

She told him to kneel on the floor because he was going to please her first. Pietro went down like a shot. As he turned his face upward, he was greeted by swift blow to the noggin. Maria had realized that it was the cheap olive oil that she had been using in her cooking that caused her family's disgust. She grabbed Pietro by his head, properly greased her pan and got to work.

Her family raved about her next dish. They couldn't get enough. Now whenever Maria cooks, all she has to do is go to the basement and whack Pietro again and she knows the meal will be perfect.

The End.

Can you tell I'm desperately avoiding work?
 

BCS is currently curled up in the ceiling exhaust fan in Pfah's master bathroom, patiently waiting to film Pfah's wife's morning bowel movement.
 

BCS is currently hiding out in Natchez Mississippi trying to evade fallout from his tryst with Tiger Woods.
 

BCS is modifying a stolen Sybian with Tecumsah lawn mower parts
 

BCS is currently meandering outside Sarah Palin's book tour, nude, with a picket sign that reads, "bitch, your womb's not a clown car."
 

BCS is currently making love to the remains of Christa McAuliffe on board the NASA Space Station.
 

BCS is secretly the head of Pfah's IT Department.
 

I'd like to deposit a few drops of semen into that chin cavity.
 

I'd like take stinky diarrhea in his diaper and make him wear it to a techno club. But his costume wouldnt be complete without a spray fart to the face with his mouth open for scent and fresh breath
 

Aww puppy love. Time to put them to sleep.
 

Boobies.

Of course, this dumbass is looking at the Canon instead of the canyon.
 

Christ is she hot! She reminds me of Jordana Brewster from that movie D.E.B.S.

Which now that I mention that... um... excuse me, I gotta... go be alone for a while.
 

She's got something brown and stinky on her nose. Wait a sec. Oh, it's Pietro.

Hold on a minute. I think I see something betwix her boobacles. Oh wait, it's my face.

P-BBBBBBTHT!
 

Boobies
 

Jesus, look at her...fuck me.

Someone please avenge mankind and shove a live grenade up his ass when he gets up to go the bathroom.

Extra points if Bagpolean happens to be in the next stall.
 

This girl is seriously beautiful...and has apparently had one too many shots of Jaeger. Yes, it makes me amourous too. But not enough to nuzzle a greasy pud like Pietro.

But I would like to nuzzle Maria, and perhaps pour a little Jaeger in her navel and slurp it out like the pig that I am.

On my way south.
 

BCS is out on the ocean, building shit
 

I say boobies.
 

Plinky is excreting frozen vengeance poop daggers as an online cottage industry.

Ships 'em in dry ice. 99% corn free, guaranteed.

I have 14 on back order.
 

I heard that BCS was doin' it up real grande in Vegas.
 

Is anyone in here aware of how to get Blogger to unfreeze the Samurai Scrote thread? It is stuck again.

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Jeannette smiled as her PlinkiStåb brand frozen vengeance poop dagger drove home into Rico's jugular vein.
 

Sock,

You can clearly see that she stabbed him in the gut and smiles as she knows Rico will quickly slump to the floor and die a slow and painful poop dagger death.

Rico looks around for help but finds none, the grim reality smashes into his guido consciousness like a fiery poo comet crashing into Scottsdale.
 

Pietro gels his hair with his own poopie diaper.
 

Pietro gels his eyebrows with donkey jizz.
 

I'm feeling charitable and give this guy the nottadouche pass.

No popped collar, no frosted tips, no kissy lips, no shaved chest reveal, no gsr, no tatts on his head or anywhere, no stupid designs shaved into his hair. Except the fact that he's the only one looking at the camera, which could be explained by any number of reasons.

Nottadouche.
 

Looking at these two AND that ring on her finger it's OBVIOUS this guy deals with "recreational" pursuits of some sort. I'm gonna guess the type you can fit in your nose.
 

BCS is currently canoodling with your wife in your bathroom where she’s supposedly ‘getting ready for bed.’
 

BCS is currently tanning with George Hamilton on Mercury while they exchange drinks from Plinky’s extracted and dried gall bladder.
 

Plinky is currently churning jelly with his bare feet in his mother’s 759th donut of the evening.
 

BCS is currently paddling newborn babies like a deranged olympic rower as they are expelled from the wombs of special needs adolescents waiting in line to have their books signed by Sarah Palin.
 

BCS is…

...is…

...is…


*wipes tears from eyes*



... gawdammit dude… where are ye?


And where have all the cowboys gone?
 

All the cowboys are currently eating pudding in the Colorado mountains...

Wait, that was just Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal.
 

This guy does not emit or emote douche fumes in my opinion.

And yes, she's in love.
 

His hair reminds me of the sand ripples in the kind of stream where I go looking for crawdads.
 

I peed in his hair once.
 

Plinky is currently circling the Washington Monument on his Vespa against his will in ever-tightening circles because he is a cockk moth.

He will eventually hit it and fall over. And that makes me a little sad.
 

Not a douchebag!
 

Plinky is out to lunch.

BCS is out to dinner.

Pfah hovers over them both like a Lämp light.
 

BCS is gratifying his STD fetish by watching the entire infected vibrator series "Thrush of the Tight-'uns", volumes 1 thru 36.
 

I feel inferior next to the worthy veterans of Crucial, Sock, Troy, and the Doc. Truly you men are an inspiration. One day I hope to mock with your caliber.
 

Gotta give P. not a douche. I'm jealous as hell, but without more photographic evidence he gets a pass.
And to Pietro, we've got our eyes on you motherfucker. If one teardrop ever trickles between Maria's luscious boobs, you're a dead man.
 

BCS committed suicide because he lived in Cleveland.
 

This guy is not a DB.

On another note, I want to be inside of her right now and stay there for a bit and get to know her better.
 

hes just purty (but not a douchebag)
 

Nottadouche
 

PLLINKY AN DBCS ARE IN MY FUCEN BAESMENT PUTITN GHTE LOTION ONT EH SKIN!



WHAT? IT GETS FUCEN DRY TDOWN THERE!


THEYR"E PLAYING PLAYSTYATION! WHAT DID YOUT HINK WAS HPPENING?
 

I like typing "boobies"

I'll still like typing it tomorrow.
 

Pietro kinda looks like one of those laid-back Mexican gangsters that can kick your ass, but since you don't do business with him, he's friendly to you. Unless you dare come near Maria, that is.

For that, he gets a "please don't kick my ass" Nottadouche. In fact, here--I baked you some Churros. You have a lovely home and a beautiful family. May I go now?
 

^ make that *fried* you some churros. Dammit I'm a stupid white boy...
 

Damn, a Portuguese douchebag.

Ireland is Europe's last holdout.
 

She has required me to change my long johns four times now. Were we to have a full photo of her nations would be lobbing nuclear warheads at each other shrieking "F*ck the peace movement! Her pieces done made a movement in our collective pants!"

Dude gets a Nottadouche from me, though he better keep an eye on Magic Carpet there or it might just have its way with fair Jasmine.
 

She's in wuv.

That, or she's so drunk that she just pissed on his shoes...
 

I think I saw BCS in Farm Town marketplace just last week.
 

this guy is a kaaaaaaaaaaaadooooucheeeee. Thinks he's the man but is really just an insecure douche bag that needs pictures with girls to make himself feel like hes worth a piece of shit.
 

nottadouche just lucky
 

More pics of this guy to solve the douche controversey.
 

Are you kidding me? The man oozes grease from his tear-ducts. And sweat glands. And hair follicles. In fact I don't think he needs to buy hair gel.
 

What grease? There isn't any shine to be found. A little too much hair gel, but that's about it. Nottadouche.