DB1- I threw up my dinner. The zombies are here and death looks over hat tilts' shoulder.

The hott is made of plastic. A sorry version of Pamela Lee.
 

Titt Tuesday?











-wasn't Aimee Hams in that group?
 

He can't tilt like Bucky
 

It'd be nice if this photo offered a better look at those sweater hams. Oh well, I'll just scroll on down to Musical Cleavite.
 

Don't do crystal meth.

Seriously.
 

Nice tip o' the cap to New Wave, boss.
 

If that isn't jaundice, I don't know what is.
 

Is this a Bodyworlds exhibit? Or does this dude just need to drink some water? Hydrate, you douchie motherfucker.
 

What really hurts my head is trying to figure out which she's had more work done on - her jugs or her lips. I guess I'll never know.
 

Here I was, silently sitting in my office, perusing some contracts with various engineering firms – just minding my own business. Suddenly, my window into the hallway shattered. A pair of bloody arms covered in broken glass, tangled tattoos and mandanas thrust themselves through the blinds and clawed at my face. The wind blew the stench of rotting flesh into my claustrophobic space.

They moved remarkably fast for something I’d never seen stand up before; I guess I pushed off hard with my legs, because my chair wheeled backwards like a rocket against the far wall. A French curve and circle template fell into my lap, but I was oblivious in the melee. I clawed at the snub-nosed .38 I kept hidden in my bottom drawer for occasions such as this, but was too shocked to fire. Their hands continued to flail through the broken blinds, trying to grab hold of a prey that was no longer there. A low, frustrated moan came from whoever these attackers were. It was then that I noticed a curious thing—the attacker’s arms, while badly cut by broken glass, were not bleeding! The blood on their arms was dry, probably at least an hour old because it had turned a scabrous shade of rusty-brown.

I recovered my wits enough to swear up a blue streak that would have put Captain Bringdown to shame. I mustered the courage to shoot my .38 three times through the window. The blinds obscured my aim, but I heard at least one of the bullets smack wetly, like someone bitch-slapping a soggy ham, into its target. The hands suddenly withdrew, but the moaning continued.

I could hear the soft, slow shuffle-crunch, shuffle-crunch of dragging feet on broken glass coming closer to the office door. I squeezed the trigger once more… **click**… no more amo. The knob began to turn before the door slowly creaked open.

The coroner would later report that the last image removed from the lenses of my eyeballs, was posted by Jay Louis at 3:15pm on Tuesday, September 29, 2009.



R.I.P.

Crucial Aloysius Head Sr., AIA, LEED, Dr., Esq.
 

"Fuck You Dude" must have one of those hard hat inserts that lifts the cap off your pinhead.


She's as ugly as they are. She may be okay if she wasn't next to these two toxic septic tanks but we'll never know now will we? Blecchh ...



I needed to watch this Lauren Conrad bikini video to cleanse my eyes....

At about 50 seconds her little nips take over my attention..... mmmm ... sweet l'il Jujubes
 

This is rage inducing. SO rage inducing, in fact, I'd force a nun at gun point to stomp a baby koala to death as I give her paper cuts and dump lemon juice on them.
 

Someone needs to get whacked in the head with a hammer. That someone is me. That is the only thing short of death that would get this image out of my brain.
 

It's getting bad. I'm starting to feel outnumbered by these scrotes.

Is it just me, or do photos like this make anyone else start to feel like all hope may be lost?

By the way, that worthless Bleeth is getting exactly what she deserves. Can she just do porn already and get it over with?
 

This week so far has seen a huge pile of poo. This one, zombieland II, the frat poo with the tie, dang - it's only Tuesday.

OK DB1 - bring it on mofo. There ain't no image you can blast at me that can't be removed with a good blast of Comet cleanser and a wire brush... After having survived Droopy and Mooby Dick IN SEQUENCE, there is very little you can do to really kill us.

So, come on - give us the garbage.
 

i've been coming to this site for a long time, and i have to say that this is probably the most fucked up thing i've seen on here.
 

I think it's time to drown my sorrows with drano.
 

Maybe these two will travel back in time to when they were about 12 and find themselves stuck in Jack Nicholson's house, where a frustrated Roman Polanski is tired of awaiting the female "model" and says to himself, "Hey, it's still sodomy, right?"
 

This guy reminds me of when you used to make those shrunken apple heads in like the 2nd grade. I remember tying a bandana on mine, putting the little vest on it, placing the hat that I found in the gutter just so (back then I didn't realize it was a 4-D hat tilt) after I made the pipe cleaner arms and the hand flipping off my teacher. Of course my teacher didn't find it nearly as funny as I did so I got to spend a lot of time with Mr. Dewer the principal. Oh if only I would have had balloons. My WrinkleFace could have had a companion. Poor Mr. Wrinkleface, I'll never forget him.
 

And people wonder why our trade deficit never closes.
 

I didn't realize that one could turn Eddie from Iron Maiden into a douchebag with a simple hat-tilt. Sigh...

-Douche Bauer
 

I think the minotaur was of ancient Macedonian legend. But the maybe the Time Bandits know otherwise.
 

This is what you'd expect to find floating in Iggy Pop's toilet bowl.
 

OMFG. This loser looks like the bastard child of a Phil Spector - Keith Richards unholy cornhole fest. Can't really tell which one shit him out into the gutter but does that really matter at this point?

Should be shaved, sterilized, and destroyed.

Nice bleeth though - bet she costs top peso...
 

This pic deserves its' own HazMat cleanup team.
 

You don't even want to imagine what's floating around in Klaus Nomi's toilet.
 

I love you, Capt. Bringdown.
 

This is the weekly, right here. If DB1 has something worse than this hiding in his hard drive right now, it is illegal in the continental US
 

In the waining days of World War II, as the US army pushed resolutely towards Berlin, what was left of the great Nazi war machine simply crumbled and melted away, a shadow of its former self.

German soldiers, from the lowliest recruit to the most decorated generals, surrendered in droves whenever they had the chance. Whether they'd believed in Hitler's mad dreams or not, they knew the end was at hand and wanted simply to survive it.

But not everyone quit. Compared to the traditional army they were relatively few, but what they lacked in numbers they more than made up for in fanaticism. Indoctrinated to see Hitler as a near god, these soldiers were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect and further his ideals. Their only goal: kill as many Americans as possible.

Never mind that a simple surrender would reunite them with their families, that laying down their arms meant the eventual return to a normal life. But it was not to be. These fighters simply did not recognize any other way of life. They were who they were, the living dead, and they stuck their middle fingers in the faces of everyone, content to know that they would live a short life apart, no matter the consequences.

And the American army showed them no mercy, using overwhelming force when ever and where ever they encountered resistance.

No mercy Baghunters. No mercy.
 

kinda looks like the bad guy at the end of weird science
 

Collagen alert!

If she was a stripper, the other dancers would call her a skank behind her back. On a good day.
 

if either one of these bags was one of my children i would kill myself. i'm not kidding. i can't decide if fat tatts on the left or zombie douche on the right is worse, but why split hairs.
 

This, my friends, is why China will rule the world someday.
 

This is so monthly, it beats menstrual cramps.

That's what my wife said.
 

I'd say "Send in the Marines," but they took off running last I heard when they saw this monstrosity.

...Also want their flak vest back, and a chance to va-va-voom the Pamela Anderson lookalike.
 

so how did LL E-Dogg fare on the quest to de-bleeth his secret crush?

... it's been NINE months. who am i kidding?
 

In a perfect world, this and blurs of porcelain would have been the last thing a swirling little Fetal Fung ever saw.



What?




Mr. Scrotato Head said no mercy....
 

Dude in the middle needs some water, some serious moisturizer, and some sunblock.

Oh, and an atomic wedgie.
 

Jesus, it looks like Alice Cooper had a baby with the retard from Goonies. A douchebag baby.
 

Is that Hucky Sheen's doppelganger?! Time Bandits! I was trying to think of that movie the other day and the name escaped me.
 

All three appear to live an extremely unbalanced lifestyle. They are dying before our eyes.

And being the raging humanitarian that I am, I want to help them. I believe it to be my civic duty to murder this gaggle of gooch as mercilessly and swiftly as possible. Preferably with napalm, roofing hammers, and a rusty ice pick, but there's no need to get picky with semantics.

'Tis the Christian way.
 

Excellent "Dude have you seen my car" reference there DB1

That made my spill my tea on the screen.
 

I need a shovel, 200 feet of rope, and a Holley 5200 carburetor.
 

this is one of the more terrifying images I've seen on hcwdb. I'll probably regret this, but we need to see more of flipper to determine if he is real. Shocking. Further investigation is warranted...
 

@BillDouchiest the Wild Swine

Damn it man, we have no time for our pleasures. Or hobbies?

Now you prepare that Fetzer valve with some 3-in-1 oil and some gauze pads. And I'm gonna need 'bout ten quarts of anti-freeze, preferably Prestone. No, no make that Quaker State.
 

Normally, the level of douche in these shots is offset by the hotness of the chick; bleethed-out as they may be, we still like boobies.

However, the magnitude of the douchebaggery of Jabba-the-douche on the left and Agro-Kermit-the-douche in the middle is so intense, that there is a decoupling of douchbag vs. hot in this picture.

I am not sure what to do with this; this is not something that a pre-teen boy and six dwarves (and a minotaur) can fix.

I, like Billy Pilgrim, have become unstuck in time.
 

Dooch on right. Metaphysical Hooligan?
 

OH
MY
GOD.

this is really one of the more frightening things ive seen

is this a promo for zombieland?????
 

Wigger, please.
 

I had to click on this picture to make sure the wrinkles on this guys face were for real. That shit looks drawn on. I wish all of him was drawn... and quartered.
 

Thank you DB1 (and Crucial's early post) for reminding me of the importance of going to pick up ANOTHER 1,000 rounds or so of 5.56 mm ammo.

Even if they aren't zombies they're getting perforated if they knock on my door. What jury would convict me? Show this photo -- the defense rests.
 

If Jose at left farts again, he lips will explode.
 

i just created this exact image in the toilet.... weird. at least i had the fulfillment of flushing it away to a better place

-douche bagel
 

I just awoke from a nightmare. The nightmare was that this uber-douche didn't make the Weekly.

Boss, don't make my nightmare prophecy...

...seriously... don't.

zzzzzzzzzz.
 

whatcha sportin' under the dew-rag there baldy Brett???
 

that big fella gonna bash you DB1`
 

Nice flashy green tie under a bumshirt