Tuesday, February 02, 2010

 

Quiz Roid Pops a Squat


The mystery of last Thursday's Quizzical Hemorrhoid grows more inflamed by the day.

What creepy douche-spell has he cast on the princesses in this medieval theater troupe?

Has Lady Stumpy Legs in the back sought medical help for her pigeon toes?

Who lost the 1980s Converse sneaker?

And wasn't "Quiz Roid Pops a Squat" also the title of an early Tom Waits song?
Comments:
Abomination. Set that room on fire and lock the doors from the outside
 
I have a new theory. I think he has really, really long teeth and that's as far as he can close his mouth. This would also explain his lack of nourishment.
 
I don't think this Christian Baledouche can be kicked hard enough.
 
Douche/Baguette Twister


btw... his greased up head appears to be going up a fat ass!
 
This is disturbing on a whole new level. It's like a Greek tragedy.
 
He is still too sexy for his shirt.

And constipated. I have heard mineral oil might take care of the latter.

Latter, hatters.
 
I find this photo nearly as confusing as that "still life on rooftop with aliens and two-four case". I agree with Vin Douchal that the door should be locked from the outside and the room torched, but then all that hott would get crisped. Maybe Stackhouse has a method for roasting without burning - he seems an expert on BBQ birds.
 
I still miss the anons. Are they just grounded for a week, or is the ban permanent? Because you also can't use alter ego names with this new format.

Come on, DB1, call the geek squad and get this shit fixed. Or some of our pals are going to have a real identity crisis. Plus, I still haven't beaten Lamp to the punch on a Friday Thoughts & Links first posting.

Now, I'll have to endure years of his mocking me.
Have a little mercy, boss.
 
Being a 'bag barnacle is normally debasing enough. But to see a ho actually put her face in some Axe-reeking crotch for a photo op, well, that's a whole new level of damaged psyche.
 
This room looks like the remains of my car.

I agree with Vin @11:21. Except use Agent Orange.
 
I miss anon.
 
I think the Tom Waits song your refering to is:
Quiz Roid got Douched on by his own .38
 
I miss anon.
 
I find it odd that this tooldouche has but one shirt.

And methinks the pinkly fat ass farting upon his greased doo is that of a man? Is this pic really an advertisement for a new fecal-based hairgel?

I'm wondering if this is what goes on behind the scenes at a Mexican wrestling arena.

Maybe his facial expression is caused by orthodontia-gone-wrong.

Still, disturbing
 
No more anons?

DarkSock must be going through withdrawals. In such a condition, I hope he doesn't take another ride on a speedboat.
 
@wedgie

Any regular worth his or her salt actually took the time to create a Blogger account, and in some cases an entire fake blog, for their alter egos. Doing otherwise is just lazy.
 
@MR FUCCEN WHITE

DAMNS STRIAGHT! CREASITYNG BLOGAS FOR ALTER FUCCEN EGOS HAS MUCH TARMAL!

WE WON"T BE SEEING ANTY OF HTAT LAMP FAGAOTH NOW!
 
RE: Anons

If you didn't read that hilarious riff by Crucial last night as an Anon, you missed the thread of the year
 
Are anons barred right now, or is this a natural occurrence?
 
@ Mr. White

But I am lazy, as you by now have doubtless noticed.

Just another beach bum dickweed with too much time on his hands. But not so much time that I can create a blogger account for every smart ass comment I want to make in the threads.

Sometimes, these names are inspired by events of that particular day. Other times, they are inspired by insipid comments made by other regs. Or anons. Or Lamp, for instance.

I know I am a relative newbie, and my opinion means shit anyway. But I kind of enjoyed being able to do that once in a while.

And I will miss Lamp, to be honest. I got a kick out of that guy.

OK, back to the slut....er....salt mine.
 
Bring back the Anons!

I had way too much fun pretending to be Stackhouse.
 
"This just in from rural PA: Two bikini-clad women dove headlong into Gobbler's Knob today in hot pursuit of Punxatawney Phil, hoping that he'd reconsider his prediction of six more weeks of winter. Phil's retreating tail is just visible between the knees of Miss Neon Leg Warmers. The owner of Gobbler's Knob expressed approval at these developments. Story at 11."
 
Somehow this reminds me of the driveway scene in Boogie Nights...

"My f*ucking wife has an ass in her cock in the driveway, Kurt!"
 
If this dude's mom had a paternity test, the father's DNA would be come up as a mix of Christian Bale, Wolverine, and Iggy Pop.
 
Thought you could get rid of me, didn't you? Well guess what chumps?...

NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!!! MUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
 
^Fuccen Beautiful. Just like roaches.
 
Normally, I don't respond to anons, but now that you are officially Anonymous, you are worthy of response. Welcome to the club. I like your picture.
 
And kooks from the Valley. Thanks for the conflicting edit, Troy.
 
sorry there Wedgie. Didn't mean to cramp your style.

best,
TT
 
Test, test, test.

Testes.
 
Yeah, being Pumpy's Roided-Out Ghost was pretty damn fun last night...

er...

um...

Well, lets just say that it was an exquisite round of grab-ass. Kudos to all that participated. My Ambien was put to good use. Well, not "good use" persay, but "entertaining use" none the less. Good times.

And you know what would be even better times?

Seeing Quiz McHemorrhoid getting sucker slapped in the side of the face with a decomposing halibut carcass.



Well, they'd probably be equal in entertainment value.
 
How do you have the same face in this situation that you have in all your other pics?

Dude, if you can't get excited right there, you need to go hang with Mr. Cheeto. Quit taking up space in the ladies room.
 
Quiz Roid is about to lift the hand of the winning wrestler in the last scene of "Chained Heat: San Quentin" before the rest of the crew stomp him down the sewer drain.
 
Is this guy ineligible for a hcwdb of the " " anymore?
 
Sorry, DB1, I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
 
It appears that Quiz Roid is the owner of said Chuck Taylor. I always felt alright, because you rarely ever see douchebags wearing Chucks. Now that I have, I think I'm gonna go immolate myself.

Why do you have to take everything from us you assclowns?!
 
He looks like Zoolander's (even more) retarded cousin. The collection of trannies in the background seem to be preparing for a bukkake scene to end all bukkake scenes on the Hemorrhoid's Neanderthal-like cranium.

@Wedgie, what's wrong with kooks from the valley? We aren't all douchewanks. Just most of us.
 
Chupa 1:02 FTW.

That's why he's so dour....he just saw his own shadow.
 
F, D & D @ 4:02

I have to give you guys your props. After all, 90% of the USA's porn is made in the Valley. I love you guys!
 
I think we could save everyone here if we began clusterbombing.
 
I. Um. What the...?

It's like his head was photoshopped on there but it wasn't. This is either semi-pro flash pop like a credible photog or QH's face has a permanent even lighting across his greasy complexion all the way to his greasy hair.

Also wherever this is I'm guessing they all get a group discount on tanning beds.

Now off to ponder if a world without anons is a good thing if Shithouse has to actually create an account now to post. Hmmm.
 
Crap, nevermind, Stack, aka Jason, HAS a Blogger account and I just noticed does comment [sigh] we can't even ban him that way what CAN we do.

Cry uncle for Stack? Considering he'll one day BE that creepy uncle, I guess it makes sense in an effed up way.
 
@ Maxim 5:02

Unfortunately, it appears headed towards clusterfucking.
 
The video shoot for "Ambien Chewing Sluts Volume One" was a complete disaster.



man I miss Caption This day.
 
When the Cirque du Soleil goes douche, there's more floor action than aerial dynamics.
 
I thought SQUAT and GOBBLE was the name of a restaurant on Highway 30in Valparaiso, Indiana.

I stand corrected.
 
That poor black pussycat whose tail is caught between the pink and green stockinged-legs of a collapsed twat sniffing a roid-taint?

...I'm calling the ASPCA right now. And the Animal Planet film crew.
 
"Wifebeaters" with contrast piping tax the skills of underpaid third-world seamstresses, and leave them collapsed in a hot and humid heap, begging for the mercy of their sweat-shop owner, who raises his arm in defiant determination to keep them in their place.

Atop his taint.
 
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....OH, sorry, I was just rubbernecking the Quiz Roid.
 
this pic makes me unable to understand what "pops a squat" means.

UNable.
 
The "Peaches" is strong in this one.
 
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