Friday, August 29, 2008

 

Tangled Up in Poo


Okay enough political stuff. Lets all sing some Dylan:

I lived with them on Montague street,
A basement down the stairs,
There were douches in the cafes at night,
And devolution in the air...
Comments:
Xlax isn't fit to hold Joey Porsche's jockstrap.

I'm just sayin.
 
The Jiffy-Pop hair dude is back.
 
L 2 R
1) confused 2) real confused 3) Hotttttt 4) Douche incarnate 5) Jiffy-Popp 6) so-so hot
 
X-Lax has a tapered head.

Who's shocked? (My hand is not raised.)
 
She looks Korean to me, but my screens all covered in jizz from all the goat pron I've been watching.

I would dribble a pair of oiled ball bearings on Kim Jong-il’s forehead while evacuating last night’s bad sushi on his chest if it meant I’d be assigned to the Taehung prison camp for medical experimentation by her great uncle Mi Hung Lo.

But I've been wrong before. Many, many times.
 
X-Lax's in the basement
mixin' up the excrement
 
the axe scent my friend is blowin' in the wind...
 
Momma take this douche from me
I can't mock him any more
the club is crowded with Bleethes to be
feel like I'm knockin' on Xenu's door
 
I see no hott.
 
Don't Wheeze -

Good call my friend. I had to wipe my screen a couple times but I do believe you're right.
 
Jackie Chan's ball holder still gets grossed out when it's picture time.
 
That does it.

I'm going to find where Gustav's landing and stand there on the shore with bricks in my pockets.

Goodbye, sirs.
 
not bricks D'sock

merely chain yourself to a pier, leave enough length & use JCVD's av for water wings (I think there is an inflation tube too)... with any luck you'll ride this thing out. just think Lt. Dan

good luck!
 
Thanks, crucial. I think Eduardo on the left is "creating" X-Lax's twin as we speak.



@ 'Sock -

FUCK DOUCHESTAV!

Seriously, I hope everyone there comes through this OK or, preferably, the storm inexplicably fizzles. But, I hear "he" is heading for the Loop Current.....kinda like Katrina did.
 
The middle gal is cute, although her tits are smaller than Mr. Confused Ball Holder's.
 
Poop is tapered on the end, and so is X-Lax von Jiffy-Popp.... Hmmmmm
 
That's may also be the same Asian girl from the first X-Lax post.
 
what a mess of poo
 
It's amazing what some females will want to reproduce with. I would never let a guy put his arm around me and furthermore I would never grope another guy while having that done to me. This is fag central. 3rd from left is the poster fag hag. What the fuck breed is that jiffy pop fuck anyways? The girl on the far right is doomed to a life of bad credit, clothes that smell like fried food, and giving up the nappy dugout for rocks if she selects any of these "men" to breed with.

2nd from right in the cock-sucking facial pose. He is so used to washing dicks in the bathroom at the bus station his face froze like that. Truly a queen.

3rd from left is showing off the one day a week she washes her greasy ass hair and washes that nasty ass pussy. She probably took a cue from her dog and started eating her own shit. Nevertheless, these brain-dead fucks still have the desire to reproduce with her and further water down our population with uneducated, ignorant mtv-watching wastes of flesh.
 
The Narrative of Genre: Douche objectivism in the works of Puncher and Wattman

1. Expressions of paradigm

The primary theme of de Selby’s[1] analysis of cultural douchebaggism is a predialectic scrotality. The creation/destruction distinction prevalent in Puncher and Wattman's "Loving God" with his long white beard, reveals Mason & Dixon emerging again at the end of Empire, pert Negri and Hardt.

It could be said that DB1 uses the term ‘douchelectic objectivism’ to denote the collapse, and thus the failure, of semiotic society in the face of cryptofascism. Several imaginaries concerning the bleeth brigade between class and society may be found in the empty foyers of New Jersey Truckstops, signalling their Lacanian intent for cathectic immersion.

But the characteristic theme of the works of DB1 is not, in fact, theory, but posttheory. The premise of cultural collapse holds that the significance of the douchebag is a significant trope of imploding social values.

In a sense, if precoital textual theory holds, the works of DB1 are empowering. A number of situationisms concerning cultural douchebagism exist.

2. Anonymous Cowards and postsemanticist dematerialism

In the works of Madonna, a predominant concept is the concept of modern, i.e., equivocal truth. Thus, Lyotard’s critique of douchebagelectic objectivism suggests that scrote/bleeth axiom is part of the economy of sexuality, given that the precoital paradigm of narrative is invalid, per reader haiku responses. Many discourses concerning the role of the scrote as observer and destroyer may be revealed.

The main theme of DB1's essay on cultural implosion is not theory per se, but pseudotheory. Therefore, the primary theme of the works of Burroughs is the common ground between Yankee hats and class. The subject is interpolated into a death spiral that includes sexuality as a real totality for douchebags.

“Sexual identity is intrinsically used in the service of douche divisions,” says Lyotard. But the characteristic theme of Pickett’s analysis of textual postmaterial bleeth theory is the role of the poet as artist. Jameson implies that we have to choose between the jerseybag camp and the dialectic paradigm of poo.

“Culture is part of the dialectic of Axe,” says Foucault; however, according to Habermas, it is not so much culture that is part of the dialectic of narrativity, but rather the genre, and subsequent futility, of culture. Therefore, the premise of douchebag privilege holds that society has objective value, as expressed in BOOBIES. Sartre uses the term ‘textual postmaterial theory’ to denote this dialectic, and some would say it is the defining characteristic, of postcultural consciousness.

Thus, Fish Slap's model of the textual paradigm of reality implies that the goal of the observer is deconstruction. Lacan uses the "anal repellance" to denote the zero of Fish slap's signified.

In a sense, the subject (qua fish slap) is contextualised into a Red Cup that includes narrativity as a reality, in or out of New Jersey or a trailer park. An abundance of foggy headed douchebags has rendered neocapitalist semiotic bleeth states a necessary preconfiguration of the hott/douche dialectic.
 
-Steve Zodiac

You continue to amaze my friend.
 
@Steve Zodiac

Quite impressive my friend, almost as impressive as Drop Dead Fred here's ability to stare at the ceiling and the camera at the same time.
 
Perhaps I should become a douche so that I as well can obtain my own black shirted asian to fondle... bad goal? my bad.
 
Vinny's 115th Dream

I was riding on the Mariner's Boat
When I thought I spied some choad
I yelled for Captain Scrotey
With a face just like a toad
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, a Schlorthead beams
Look on over yonder
Buncha douchebags
In my dreams?
Feast on the hotchicks"
We sang that melody
Like all bag hunters do
When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it X-Lax-Kebab"
I said when seeing the pic
I took a good long look
I fell down, I felt real sick
Captain Scrotey he started
Checking out the chicks
He said, "Let's evacuate the babes
And then beat these scrotes with sticks"
Just then X-Lax douche-mugs
Crazy as a turd
He gels his hair into a point
Just like a fake-baked bird

--VS
 
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@ VS

outstanding!


one of my favorite tunes from Scroting It All Back Home.... that & "It's All Over Now Douchey-Bag"
 
@Steve Zodiac...

I don't know what you said, but it must be something smart. I mean, just look how long it is.

I'd have gone with something like, I wanna fling poo at these turds. Except for brunette in black.

I'd want her pet monkey to fling poo at me so I could come in contact with food she once touched.
 
asslips is looking for a big stud to fill him up
 
Holy shit it's blue steel!
http://graysmatter.codivation.com/content/binary/zoolander_face.jpg
 
Alas, the girl has the mark of the scrote upon her forehead..

All is lost...
 
God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son."
Abe said, "c'mon bro there's the's hot bitches I'm tryin' to bang."

...God threw up his hands in disgust and created AIDS.
 
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