I'll just bet her parents are so proud.
 

Oh, and star necklaces on guys is an Autodouche.
 

OZ-ZY! OZ-ZY! OZ-ZY!

(Bites head off bleeth.)
 

Oh man, he looks like an AIDs patient and she looks scared.
 

"Baby, Ruth?"

and Boobies.
 

I say leave the douche; publicly flog the hot. And her parents.
 

He looks like a member of Spoon or some other annoying ass not-rocker band.

Get a job you 29 year old child.

AND STAY OUTA MY YARD!!!
 

They look like a pair of these.
 

Girl next door of the year award?
 

Starting to get testy on this Friday.

Maybe it's the material; it seems to be weak leading up to the pear.
 

Oh, boy, she is about 8 different flavors of NUMMY! Hopefully she was intentionally slumming that night, and not actually going to taint her cute perfection.

And, *ahem* BOOBIES.
 

Boatbutter, I love you. 4 realz.

I'll manage her ass-ets. However, that's some super-poor use of the push-up bra. Looks painful. Lewt me help you with that, honey...

He looks like he's gonna cry if she doesn't let go.
 

boobies.
 

Nice set of knockers.
 

He is also not holding his champagne flute by the stem. This guy has an extra chromosome and no fucking class. This guy tours on the short bus. Goddammit am i ever angry today. I hope the forthcoming ass pear proves to be the music that soothes the savage beast. And by savage beast I mean... ah fuck it, nevermind, give me my ass pear.
 

The Hott is wondering if she made a mistake and will be going home with a wet, smelly midget underage douche. Sometimes, the last call the pickens are slim.

I'm wondering about Friday Ass Pear.

How about it Boss?

Can I GET SOME
 

Ummmm, boss:

The Saturn line's been discontinued. He won't be selling Saturns in 5 years...

Buicks? Maybe. If they somehow figure out how to make electric Buicks.
 

His eyes may betray a faltering commitment, but his drooping mouth betrays the brain damage he got after snorting a mixture of Liquid Plumr, WD-40, and crushed up Nerds-brand candies after one his buddies in wood shop dared him.
 

The look in her eyes say:

"If my mom or dad see this picture, I'm doomed."
 

@troy

That's what makes it extra sad. Poor bastard will be selling cars that aren't even production anymore. He'll be in charge of all the Saturns, Pontiacs, and Studebakers at www.buy-my-shit-ride.com.
 

Kelsey's smile reeks of self-loathing and a lack of confidence. Her outfit is akin to a woman who has no hope of getting out of the "B-level" suburb she grew up in. General body language reads like a bad Lifetime movie - "...the tortured woman who could not escape the life she tried to hard to hide..."

He looks like a swipe of fromundah






my nuts.
 

Kimmy Gibbler : The Club Years.
 

@Mr. White

Hey! I own a Pontiac, and it's definitely NOT...

...well, yeah I guess come to think, it is a shit ride.
 

Boobies. Nice ones.

He looks like he got hit in the head with a shovel. Which would not be a bad idea.
 

@boatbutter

That is not a link you find without a firm commitment to finding just the right image. Either that or it's already in your Favorites.

Sticks just looks tired. Tired of crunching tax data all day and practicing in the storage complex with the guys three nights a week. Tired of playing the same 20 songs in the same three bars to the same 100 people. Tired of requests to play Freebird. Tired of the ex reminding him that he's two payments behind and the kids aren't going to miraculously sprout shoes. Tired of the current Mrs. McHead reminding him that the toilet keeps running and the dog just started dragging its ass across the carpet.

But mostly he's tired of Kelsey. Tired of how, when she dances by herself, she turns her profile to him so he can see her tits bounce when they play "Rebel, Rebel" and watch her ass when she grinds it back and forth just right to White Snake's "Is this Love". Tired of how he can see her clear as day all the way accross the bar as she looks at him over her drink, her plump, wet lips wrapped around the tiny straw. Tired of how sweet her perfume smells when she comes up after each show to tell him how good it was, how it lingers in his clothes as he drives home. Tired of the sound of her voice as she tries to make small talk with him, the words playing on his ears like jolts of exquisite electricity. Tired of how firm her tits feel when she presses them against him with a hug that screams "Come on Sticks. Take me. I'm opening myself up to you. Take it. Take it all and don't turn back." Tired of how every time she leaves all he can muster up is a mumbled "See ya at the next show."

Tired of how big a coward he is that he can't leave the shit that he's mired in for the one chance at something f*cking amazing that Kelsey would give him. Tired of how all he ever sees in his mind, every bleak "same as it ever was" day and mindnumbingly empty night, is her naked body rocking back and forth on top of him, sweat dripping down from her erect nipples, cutting narrow channels down her tight stomach, wetting the small patch of hair above her rose petal c*nt, her eyelids fluttering, groans escaping like butterflies from her open mouth, her fingers digging deep into his flesh. Tired of the terror he feels at the start of every show knowing that one day she'll just...stop showing up.

Yeah, he looks tired.
 

Corky looks like he has a pretty bad case of helmet hair. I'll bet the drink is to calm him down because he forgot his helmet, elbow and knee pads along with his Holly Hobby lunchbox on the short green bus too.

Her face says "This is the best job I can get with my M.S. in Psychology. Maybe I should start thinking about amputee midget porn."
 

In sort-of-unrelated news....can the total douche/Bleeth MySpace/Facoook experience be summed up in one screenshot?

YES. Yes, it can.
 

I think e-blo's last thought's summing up is pretty accurate. Kelsey, I will help you escape your suburb. Send your info to me at firehose@goldenshower.com, and I'll get you a bus ticket to my place.

You'll need a place to stay, though. You aren't crashing at my place.

And you'll want to wear something warmer. It's cold as shit up here in Boston right now. Especially at 2 a.m., when you'll generally be leaving my place, once I'm satisfied and nearly asleep.
 

Is Sticks signaling to Stacky that he wants to meet him at the glory hole but this bleeth keeps cunt-blocking him?
 

@medusa

I'm pretty sure I have gotten that TACOS ARE GREAT invite on Facebook before. The end is night

@everyone
If I masturbate to Mr. Scrotato's post, does that make us gay?
 

Mike Myers gone goth scrote... scroath?
 

@ Mr. White.


Done and done.
 

@creature: goth scrote = goat.
 

@ Fatness

If you taze the Goat on Medusa's link you win sweet cash.
 

@Medusa

I read your comment too fast. Thought you said "gunshot".

I think the screenshot is more painful.
 

Whoa...I just realized who this is: color commentator Pepper Brooks who covers the American Dodgeball Association of America.

Nottadouche!
 

@ Mr S Head


Change "Rebel, Rebel" to "Amarillo By Morning" and "Is This Love" to " Ain't As Good As I Once Was" and you pretty much pegged me there ....

... and that hot little divorcée with the sad eyes and delicious boobie freckle field in the too tight jeans that show her butterfly tramp stamp above her ever-present whale tale and naval bling and pink cowgirl hat that cheers a little too much when we finish playing a set ...
 

"Ouchtown, population you, bro!"
 

Shake, Rattle, and Grohl, Michael J. Fox's less successful follow-up to Light of Day in which he gives a jerky portrayal of David Grohl, his world lurching and stumbling out of control following the death of his close friend Kurt Cobain.
 

giant prince albert ring with chain connecting penis to pierced rectum with hopes of one day being able to fuck himself
 

This picture makes me want to commit suicide faster than the engineer who designed Toyota's "faulty" gas pedals, costing the company millions and millions in lost sales.


..What? Too soon?
 

^Co-starring Sarah Jessica Parkinson.
 

^Co-starring Sarah Jessica Parkinson.
 

I know who that dude is!

That's the backup drummer for Motley Crue. He also drums in a wicked 80's cover band called "Broken Toyz" that play in Calgary once or twice per week.

Some proof is in the pics I took below:

http://picasaweb.google.com/theradiorobot/BROKENTOYZ?feat=directlink#
 

I think this guy found Jesus after a two year meth binge and now cranks out Christian rock ballads. He just has that, "I once fucked a toster and smoked glass out of a turtle" look. Just saying...
 

@Bagnonymous:

Karoshi is not funny.









Who am I kidding- yes it is. Well done.
 

@ Bagnonymous:

Karoshi-a-go-go!

One can't design accelerator pedals half-asleep, apparently.
 

@ Sir Douchalot

I guess I was close.
 

As soon as Kelsey was this close to Sticks, she immediately understood what was meant by "kill your idols"
 

Kelsey bears the mark of a Samurai Scrote titti-fuch jizz driblet
 

'Sticks is that of a Brah chest hump-a-thon
 

Sticks looks like he's about to sneeze out that majic dust he just snorted from Kelsey's left-hand coke-ring.
 

As the HR Manager for my company I've tried unsuccessfully several times to get a Karoshi policy passed by upper management.

I swear, if they shoot it down one more time...
 

stop mocking, it's obvious the douche has low level downs syndrome. and no teeth :-)
 

she has small breast implants in her chin...i like that
 

I do believe that Sticks plays bass. But I'd be willing to concede rhythm guitar. Notice how she's looking at the lead guitarist who is off to her right.
 

I think it's cruel to use photos from the Special Olympics Awards Banquet.

Don't stoop that low, boss.
 

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In five years, Sticks'll be selling Saturns

In which case he better learn to enjoy his continuing failures...Son, there's no future in selling Saturns.
 

^ ^ ^ *magic*

(dammit, I can't spell today on account of all the drinking)
 

Sir douchealot nailed it.

So does he get a rockstar pass?

I think not. Because you can be a rock star and not dress and act like some flaming turd burglar.

And Kelsey looks petrified.
 

I dunno about you guys but this hard core rocker really gets my loins a fire... oh wait thats probly the yeast infection I got just from looking at him. My mistake.
 

I think the neighborhood cur chewed on his hair.

I'm gonna scare the cat down the street into heading over to scratch his eyes out, then bury him in the sandbox.

Then I'll lick her calm. She'll acquiesce.
 

There is a definite correlation between bad forearm tats, doucheness and an obvious muscle wasting disease...and bad hair. Wow.
 

@Mr. Scrotato Head

That was profound. I think you captured the malaise of the 21st century world with that ;)
 

$10 says Kelsey will fail the "Assets Management and Accounting" course.

also, $10 says Sticks will be selling Saturns. uh, never mind.
 

MATT DAMON!!