Monday, June 22, 2009
No More "Eurobags and Inflat-a-hotts"

In one of the fastest takedown requests in recent months, not one but both of the Tuscan Eurodouches wrote in with takedown requests.
Firstly, the nice one:
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Good work, I knew someday my photographed intoxication would come back to haunt me. This was actually taken on my birthday about 5 or 6 years ago, yes that was me with the awful see through shirt. Please take this down and burn it for me. More importantly, where did you get the photo?
- (Euroscrote #1)
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And then, the dickish one:
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This Photo was taken from py private files and you are not authorized to use it. Please remove it from the site immediately. Thank you,
- (Euroscrote #2)
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"Private files"? What is this, Matlock?
Which just goes to show us. The nottadouche turned out to be the true pudwacker, and the douche turned out to have a nice sense of self deprecation.
Hmm. I think we've all learned our lesson here.
Which is, of course, that boobies are squeezy.
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I'd like these hotts if I weren't getting that redneck woman vibe off them. Hell, just look at their choice in "men"!
They BOTH suck. I am tempted to set up a parallel site, running only photos that jelly spined douches request removed from HCwDB. And I would not be inclined to be kind in my commentaries. :)
In the spy game, sometimes the best place to hide things is in plain sight. All of my top secret pictures are posted in my Facebook album
Wait a sec, let me get this straight: a couple of douchebags asks you to take down their pic of them with hott, and then there is *anOTHer* picture of a douchebag with hott to take it's place?
Holy shit.
--VS
Holy shit.
--VS
wow. where did you find this picture? i swear i know that guy. i went to school with him and now work with/for his dad. if that is steve then i'm gonna have to have him autograph a printout of this page
Waaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa
Pretty boy and prettier boy can't take the heat of the lasers off the disco ball ......
Pretty boy and prettier boy can't take the heat of the lasers off the disco ball ......
nobody got me anything for my last birthday. don't try to use that as an excuse for your douchebaggery. jerkwad.
but it's nice to know that the other jerkwad keeps 5-6 year old photos in his private files. he needs to dislodge his fingers from his hands and keep them in his private files too. so that no one else would be haunted by his typos. while we're at it, it would hurt if the same procedure is applied to his tongue, arms, and legs.
but it's nice to know that the other jerkwad keeps 5-6 year old photos in his private files. he needs to dislodge his fingers from his hands and keep them in his private files too. so that no one else would be haunted by his typos. while we're at it, it would hurt if the same procedure is applied to his tongue, arms, and legs.
Moved by the vague uneasiness of hunger within their bowels, Tracy and Morgan began furiously feeding and sookling the last spaghetti noodle, to and fro, betwixt Morton’s ears.
Upon feeling the girl’s unpainted faces for the very first time, Earl signaled his disgust with the striking reality that he really hadn’t been selected to attend the ‘Insane Clown Pussy’ orgy.
Like precision exhaust and intake manifolds, Beatrice and Eugenia pumped Arthur’s Ecstasy Dispenser until the cops would only discover a weltering mass of labias and convulsing testicles in a pool of blood the following morning.
The pursuing jelly-like monstrosity rose one last time from the unclean froth below the table and chairs on the patio; like the warbling stern of a demon galleon. There was a bursting as of an exploding kidney; a slushy nastiness as of a carved sunfish; a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that this chronicler can’t put on paper.
For an instant, the room was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous, seething astern; where – Samürai Scrøte in heaven! - the scattered plasticity of that nameless douche-spawn was nebulously reforming in its hateful original form: The Inshame Clown Pussy, whilst his Siren-like bookends gained impetus from his stealthily declining cerebral steam...
For an instant, the room was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous, seething astern; where – Samürai Scrøte in heaven! - the scattered plasticity of that nameless douche-spawn was nebulously reforming in its hateful original form: The Inshame Clown Pussy, whilst his Siren-like bookends gained impetus from his stealthily declining cerebral steam...
Is that Punch Face?
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/uploaded_images/92044-796210.jpg
Either way, I'm still not laughing.
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/uploaded_images/92044-796210.jpg
Either way, I'm still not laughing.
Pfffft. And I gave them pass. the nice one still gets said past. The cunty one gets a three-finger taint punch and will be skinned in the same manner as the ladies. Then I will lightly toast his legs over an open fire and eat them.
Indeed, the Eurobags are still "cute" as ever and their respective hotts have bigger boobies than ever. Carry on.
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