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Post by lumpy on Jan 6, 2008 18:37:15 GMT -5
Zebra Chicken and a Grilled Cheese. Two great tastes that taste great together.
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Post by lumpy on Jan 7, 2008 12:18:32 GMT -5
The Lizard Scrote Pouty, Bug Eyed, Tribal Tatted, Bling Adorned Morrisonbag may or may not be one of the lost members of 2007 Douchie Winning team scrotes, The Douche Platoon. So instead I annoint him the oily heir to Jim Morrison's Lizard Scrote. He is Entitlement Foul. Rich Kid Wrong. But angelic swimsuit on the left offers hope. She is ice cream hott. She need not even have a face. Because I'm sensitive like that. And those Polkadot Boobs on the right caused the Cuban Missile Crisis in '62. Fantastic. Beautiful. Boobie. So sit on that throne, Lizard Scrote, and enjoy your spoils. I'll... uh... make fun of you. And grumble. And eat my Lucky Charms angrily. Cut and Pasted from HCwDBs.com
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Post by lumpy on Jan 7, 2008 15:58:39 GMT -5
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Post by lumpy on Jan 7, 2008 16:05:56 GMT -5
You kill the joe, you make some mo', you know that baby! /Don't make me call Terry Tate
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Post by lumpy on Jan 7, 2008 16:07:59 GMT -5
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ladyj
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Post by ladyj on Jan 7, 2008 16:20:11 GMT -5
My god , she is beautiful.
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Post by lumpy on Jan 7, 2008 23:23:45 GMT -5
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Post by genesplicer on Jan 7, 2008 23:29:14 GMT -5
Zebra Chicken and a Grilled Cheese. Two great tastes that taste great together. Dude.... where's the pepsi?!
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Post by lumpy on Jan 8, 2008 10:51:43 GMT -5
Dude.... where's the pepsi?! The caption wouldn't work if there was a Pepsi. Just ask C-Note.
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Post by lumpy on Jan 8, 2008 15:16:14 GMT -5
Little Ditty 'bout Melody and Brad Melody's a delightful perky waitress in Omaha. Brad's a douched up personal trainer type who rides a Vespa. A lime green Vespa. Melody's saving her money to help Brad out with his real estate company that he's going to launch after taking the 5 CD training course he ordered online. Melody tells all her friends that Brad's got a "soft side" that no one but her can see. Brad gives graphic descriptions of Melody's ass to his clients at the gym. Or, at least, that's how I see this unholy communion playing out. But I could be wrong. I've been wrong before. Cut and pasted from HCwDBs.com
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Post by lumpy on Jan 8, 2008 15:34:26 GMT -5
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Post by lumpy on Jan 8, 2008 15:36:56 GMT -5
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Post by goods on Jan 8, 2008 19:09:01 GMT -5
lol I mean
LOL!!!
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Post by lumpy on Jan 9, 2008 16:03:49 GMT -5
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Post by lumpy on Jan 9, 2008 16:44:38 GMT -5
The Midwestern 'Bag A lot of people have asked me how you identify a Midwestern 'bag. Midwestern 'Bags are clearly not as douchally refined as the ubersquats from 'bag/hott cesspools like Dallas, Atlanta, Miami and L.A. The key to pegging a Midwestern 'bag is the hint of confusion and awkwardness that lurks within their attempts to douche it up. They can't quite get the hand gestures or hat tilt to proper affect. Their Kissy Lips don't quite congeal to proper nauseating expression. And they have yet to master the 'Bag Headbutt into their woman. But they're trying. With the full corn fed effort of America's heartland, they're trying. Cut and pasted from HCwDBs.com
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