Saturday, May 24, 2008
Loopy Saturday
It's true that your humble guide through our dark cultural nightmare, The DB1, was a little loopy yesterday.
Maybe it was my newest discovery -- Malomars and Mr. Pibb. So tasty. So sugary. So chemical.
Or maybe it was having a picture like this emailed to me that pushed me over the edge (warning, no HC in that pic).
Last night, your humble narrator wooed the hotts away from the multipiercing red cup drinking uberdouche that patrol this fetid swampland like arthritic tse-tse flies. I did my best. Because that's what I'm here to do.
And every time a boobie hott is saved, our culture shifts ever so slight back towards the sunlight of golden glow.
So it's Saturday, and it's a three day weekend.
The bluebirds are singing and the DJs deserve a kick in the nads. Because seriously, assfaces, you play records. That's all you do. You're an ambulatory iPod. You're a shuffle play that can walk. With stupid sunglasses.
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That pic, or some reason, reminds me of a bad Japanese Anime cartoon.
The doggles, the marsha brady clott, the airbrushed painters cap have all culminated into a overedited, garble dialogued mushroom trip.
Maybe it's because I'm tripping on mushrooms?
"If you can hear it, then it speaks, if you can't then it's your...distortion....weeeee...look out Speed."
The doggles, the marsha brady clott, the airbrushed painters cap have all culminated into a overedited, garble dialogued mushroom trip.
Maybe it's because I'm tripping on mushrooms?
"If you can hear it, then it speaks, if you can't then it's your...distortion....weeeee...look out Speed."
# posted by 
: 9:28 AM
: 9:28 AM
Alas poor Scrote, I knew him Xenu A creature
of infinite stupidity of the most egregious. He
once loved the clarinet, now blasts Soulja boy
in his Mom's Rover. Where is your sleeve tatts, your supply of Grey Goose, your jesus bling? Now deranged and powder on your nose. Get you to Xenu's chamber, and tell him to use his mastadon strap on, at least you will please him.
of infinite stupidity of the most egregious. He
once loved the clarinet, now blasts Soulja boy
in his Mom's Rover. Where is your sleeve tatts, your supply of Grey Goose, your jesus bling? Now deranged and powder on your nose. Get you to Xenu's chamber, and tell him to use his mastadon strap on, at least you will please him.
# posted by : 9:29 AM
: 9:29 AM
Dumb hat, Gay Glasses
don't pinch the hott's Carotid
Drown, in liquid Poo
'Ol Bagnanimous
don't pinch the hott's Carotid
Drown, in liquid Poo
'Ol Bagnanimous
# posted by : 9:34 AM
: 9:34 AM
YIKES! It's been a while since I've seen Ed Hardy-orange-distressed-jeansy douches such as those! What a great beginning to my weekend!
So it wasn't just a pre-prom tanning session gone horribly wrong? That's actually how the Prompa's roll, huh?
In my mind, they've progressed from awesomely hilarious, to awkward and pitiful, and now they're acceptably hateable.
In my mind, they've progressed from awesomely hilarious, to awkward and pitiful, and now they're acceptably hateable.
# posted by : 10:14 AM
: 10:14 AM
This may well be the douchey douche that's ever douched a douche. If I ever see this shit fleck here's what my hand will sound like..."Bitch slap...backhand...bitch slap...backhand...bitch slap...etc.
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, oh how the hott have fallen. I'd still call her Jan and bang her like a 16 penny nail.
albundy
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia, oh how the hott have fallen. I'd still call her Jan and bang her like a 16 penny nail.
albundy
# posted by : 10:16 AM
: 10:16 AM
I dont think everyone is paying close enough attention to the pic that was emailed without a hott in it ... THOSE ARE THE OOMPA PROMPAS... look closely .. I would recognize those choads anywhere
It just struck me that the prompa on the left looks just like Al Jolsen. Looks more like shoe polish than horribly bad tanning.
# posted by : 1:00 PM
: 1:00 PM
DB1, glad to hear you aim to save the US hotts. I'm doing the same down in Italy. Good luck, my fellow spiritual warrior. May the hott be with you, away from the 'bag.
# posted by : 1:08 PM
: 1:08 PM
Could be the cover of the next Hardy Boys novel; The Mystery of the Missing Poo.
# posted by : 1:47 PM
: 1:47 PM
Maybe it's just because I have a weakness for blondes, but I'd hit that so hard that whoever pulled me out would be the King of England.
I'd sooner eat the contents of my cats' litter box than go near this shitheel. We definitely have a Bag's Bag here, dear readers.
She's cute, but I'm not in danger of cracking the underside of my desk or anything.
She's cute, but I'm not in danger of cracking the underside of my desk or anything.
# posted by : 2:40 PM
: 2:40 PM
Well if it isn't the legendary Prompas. This reminds me that I've been meaning to meet my best friend at the mall so we can pick out the same ridiculous clothing and look like complete ubertools when we flood the club together. I need to quit putting it off.
It looks like I have to retract my speculative statement that the Prompas may have changed their ways for the better. They've devolved into something far, far worse.
What's most frightening to me about the prompa/millenium bag genus of douche is the fact that literally they're starting to look less and less human. Not just the kind of people you dont want to know, but literally, not human anymore.
Alphonso Lingis would have had a field day with these specimens in Foreign Bodies.
And when I say Alphonso Lingis, i mean I know that you're him, DB1.
Army of Douche-ness.
Alphonso Lingis would have had a field day with these specimens in Foreign Bodies.
And when I say Alphonso Lingis, i mean I know that you're him, DB1.
Army of Douche-ness.
# posted by : 11:19 AM
: 11:19 AM
From the way he's holding her face, this scrote looks like a wife-beater.
And I'm not talking about t-shirts.
Seriously. Call 911.
And I'm not talking about t-shirts.
Seriously. Call 911.
"(warning, no HC in that pic)"
I don't know, that gamine young orange lass on his Left is pretty hot.
I don't know, that gamine young orange lass on his Left is pretty hot.
# posted by : 12:08 AM
: 12:08 AM
Jesus.fuckin.Christ. I don't think I was anywhere near ready for the Prompas. That can be evidenced by the evacuation of all my bodily fluids where I sit and the fact there is now corn everywhere.
Great BBQ.
Great BBQ.
# posted by : 9:18 AM
: 9:18 AM
dude not to split hairs but dj-ing doesn't automatically make you a douche, and it's a lot harder than just spinning records
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