I'd lick those for a month!
 

Hall of Hott.

Now.
 

Dammit kid your distant relatives that got fried and diced on Iwo Jima would have fallen on their grenades before the U.S. Navy even steamed out of Pearl Harbor if they could see you now.
 

HOH, quartasion division.
Shamalamadingdong.

My fuccen pants would be falling off, too.

The end.
 

Dimples is of Chinese Irish descent. He's an inscrutable drunk.
 

The fact that she's leaning away as well as blocking the boob grab indicates a quality hott.

Please kick him in the balls and come to papa.
 

Well your pants would fall off too if you didn't have a meat peg to hold them up.

If she's willingly with him then I bet you could pleasure her with a Tic-Tac Dildo.
 

"see, Jibby, I told you eet smells like feesh!
 

Sad, sad indeed. When are the Hotts gonna get a clue and ditch the poo?
 

I'm hoping that the invisible gun he's holding is a .45 and that the invisible bullet will enter right between his eyes.
 

Stare at the spot right between his eyes. You can see that the top of his fauxhawk and his chin are equidistant and have the same pointyness. Try it.
 

She's about as comfortable in this picture as Kim Kardashian in a convent.
 

Is she about to give him a rabbit punch to the back of his head? If so, you go girl! *snap*
 

His lip is pierced. I call gaybag; he is her brother.

Darksock, that meat peg comment made me blow iced tea out my nose. Thanks for the mess.
 

How nice. They've both got on the same shade of lip gloss.

And nothing says "class" like that case of monkey piss behind the douche.
 

Dimples introduces the latest douche maneuver: the invisible self portrait.

Her image locked away in his palm forever.

Or until about 25 seconds after he closes the bathroom door, which ever comes first.
 

Yogi would take one look at this scene and declare, "A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore".


And by a nickel Yogi would mean jelly dong. And by jelly dong Yogi would mean Vin Douchal's own personal Washington Monument, being Presidents Day and all
 

Her look is that of restraint,....her hand is gesturing "that's far enough", Her smile in particular is that of complete disdain for the chinny chin dimpledorf douchey. However...that being said....she is super delicious and those swollen sweater cows are screaming for a good milking!I am getting thirsty!
 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...Corona Light.

She's smokin' hot.
 

Trying to figure who is the hotter American Olympic team babe

Taneth Belbin

or

Allison Baver
 

Taneth

or

Allsion
 

both look good enough to skin their beaver, but, I vote Allisom
 

Plus her name sounds like "beaver"[ snicker ]
 

Allison.
 

I think Kelly Hott is pretty. But I'll need a heat gun and a paint scraper to be sure.
 

Maybe Medusa will lend you her stripper.
 

"Hey, check these out, Kelly made my fingers smell like nước mắm!"
 

Wow, corona light in box, shitty cabinetry with laminate counter tops and an unbelievable fake boobied quart asian hot = I would do anything for her. Im lost right now.
 

Although a good case could be made for

Hannah Teeter

or

Lindsey Vonn
 

Lauren, cut the crap with these fucking puds.

Yeah, parties are fun and they're full of these generic weenie scrotes.

But you really are better than this and you know it.

Stop getting your self-esteem from the asshole of society.

You can call me when you grow up.
 

nuoc mam fingers?????

I now have a new way to describe hooking up with nasty chicks.....

Hilarious
 

Those boobs are why the financial institutions invented student loans.

Finish school or get a huge rack?

Easy choice.

I mean, what the hell is an education going to do for you? Now boobies, that's the gift that keeps on giving... boners.

And her supossedly male companion? Average tool. Making the average tool face. With the average IQ of twenty-four.

You'd think a smokin' hot plastic babe of this caliber would be able to score at least a monthly contender. Come-on, had she paired with David Crapperfield we'd have a yearly canidate. And I'm pissed at you for that Kelly. Come over here and take your spanking like the suckable vixen that you are.
 

Huh huh. My stripper is busy.

She's a little phony and overmade for my tastes. However, I would be happy to be her first sweaty lezbo encounter, the one she would masturbate to for the duration of her first failed marriage.

I was thinking, "Are the kids these days so inured to technology and self-puffery, that the moment they get close, one of them reflexively tries to snap a cell phone pic---even when there is no phone?

Fuck you, people under 25. You're all retarded and I hope I never end up in The Home with you fuckwits changing my Depends.
 

^There are always exceptions.But most of you are retarded.
 

I miss UC Irvine :-(

-crazy-sexy-douche
 

Why do 75% of the pictures on this site have a crappy kitchen as the background?
Jesus, do all these people live in FEMA trailers?
S
 

Medusa, I'm going to enjoy the last five months of my being under 25, so suck on it!






Really, please, suck on it. I can pay you handsomely with mint condition Marvel Comic Cards, they've been resting in their protective plastic sheaths for some 10-15 years now, waiting for the time they will be needed. I couldn't think of a better use.
 

@ Vin, regarding the Allison/Taneth challenge.

I've had an unhealthy obsession with Allison Baver for the past week. It's not because of gorgeous pics like exhibit A, but because of pics like exhibit B, as in boooooty.

She may have the best ass pear in sports.

Baver FTW
 

Why do douches think suburban kitchens are the place to stage their pud poses? Have they no party porch? Have they basement for bacanal? Is there no garage gaiety? Do they not realize the irony of having their photos taken so near tubs of cottage cheese?

Uhm, Medusa do you mean retarded according to Rush Limbaugh's definition, or according to Sarah Palin's definition, or according to Rahm Emanuel's definition? Perhaps the three of them could form a Greek chorus, and per the bird girls in the musical Seussical they could sing backup as you accuse me of retardedness. If you are too busy for that, do you think we could talk Katie Holmes-Cruise into it?
 

this girl is amazing. HALL OF MOTHERFUCKING HOT. Thank you.
 

I was going to say something witty... but her hottness gone' turn me retarded
 

Boobs.
 

Why always in the kitchen? Jona Lewie wrote a song about this back in like 1982. Here are the lyrics. It's actually a very funny and sweet track. And I sing the refrain at parties, because invariably everyone ends up in the kitchen.

YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND ME IN THE KITCHEN AT PARTIES
by Jona Lewie

I'm no good at chatting up
and I always get rebuffed.
Enough to drive a man to drink
I don't do no washing up.
I always reached the stuff
piled up a-piled up in the sink.

But you will always find him
in the kitchen at parties.

Me and my girlfriend we argued
and she ran away from home.
She must have found somebody
new and now I'm all alone.

Living on my own.
What am I supposed to do?

That's why always find him
in kitchen at parties.
you will always find him
in the kitchen at parties.
You will always find him
in the kitchen at parties.

Then I met this debutante
I said I like new wave rock.
She was into french cuisine
but I ain't no cordon bleu.
This was at some do in palmers green
I had no luck with her.

You will still find him
in kitchen at parties.
You will still find him
in kitchen at parties.

At last I met a pretty girl s
he laughed and talked with me.
We both walked out of the kitchen
and danced in a new way.

And now I've done my time
in the kitchen at parties.
I've done my time
in the kitchen at parties.

He's done his time
in the kitchen at parties.
He's done his time
in the kitchen at parties.
 

Troy you have way too much time on your hands.

This skank is no where near the hall of hot.

Nuoc nam fingers is one of the funnier comments I have seen on this board.

Finally Tanith Belbin in 20 times hotter than that other broad. She may in fact be the hottest American Olympian ever.

So Let it be written, so let it be douched
 

I like Tanith too, even though her name sounds like someone with a lisp describing the lost city.

Ass pear Baver has a rocket body. But as Olympians go, I've always been kinda partial to the gymnasts. I like a girl that can lick her own ass, but that's just me.
 

Asbestos Flaygon = genius
 

Kelly Hott reminds me a lot of Marie Osmond, that is, if Marie did this sort of thing.

It's a far cry from singing with the likes of Donnie and designing dolls.

Last I saw a narwhal, it punched itself in the testes with its horn and left a petunia as a calling card.
 

Word is that the famousself-immolating monkwas not protesting religious persecution, but actually in his meditations got a glimpse of Kelly Hott, and burned himself in compulsory self-sacrifice.

In an ironic twist, however, Dimples O'Sagg did not appear in his vision. Otherwise the only thing he would have burned would be his robe while he walked off for a nice ham sandwich and some sake shooters off a hooker's belly.
 

@ SSS 5:59


...You know what? Keep the comics and consider it my gift to you. The suck-off you get from a tipsy teenager is the stuff of later beat-offs. The suck-off you get from a venomous, spiteful 36-year old bitch in a rubber suit is the stuff of spiritual experiences.

...I would like to read Wolverine #1, though. Leave it out on the table so when you're crying in bed after it's over I'll have something to read.


@ VVD 6:20--Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh and Rahm Emmanuel ARE retarded, according to the gorgon definition, if that helps. Like any of those three chuckleheads are authorities on anything other than extreme asshattery.
 

The kitchen decor offends me. Is this his mom's house?

The chick is smokin', gotta admit.
 

Teeter? I hardly know her!
 

only a band like Blink 182 deserves a tribute band like Asbestos Flaygon.
 

Yes, Dimples. I'm pretty sure she loves Hoobastank, too!
 

Dear God, I can't take much more of this. My nihilistic contempt of society and deconstructionist leanings are getting the best of me right now. I feel like a shrew in captivity at times, being forcefully subjected to inhumane levels of media hype, paranoid delusions of externally dictated individual worth, and consumer-driven materialistic drivel.

I made the mistake of watching some TV for the first time in over a year. What I saw shocked me. The idiotic, painfully predictable horse shit they refer to as "drama" was excruciating to watch, at best. What was called comedic sitcoms, was the 1st sex joke I learned in 4th grade, extended out to a half-hour. They should really change the term "news" into "the world's coming to a fucking end so start shitting your pants now." And then there were the commercials...

I felt assaulted, nay, raped by the crack induced editing and over-compressed audio onslaught of "buy this shit you motherfucker" rantings hurled at my brain. I'm sure if you watch TV as often as most Americans do (on average 8 hours a day, more than twice the 2nd place nation, Greece), you become desensitized to the pile of garbage heaped upon you by the consumerist monopolies that vie for our ever-shortening attention spans. But for those of us that eschew popular entertainment and the incessant advertising that accompanies it, it grates upon our delicate sensibilities more than one can imagine.

My exposure so such outlandish and gaudy displays of popular culture are limited to my 15 minutes a day on HCwDB, and 10 minutes each week updating my band profile on Myspace. That hour of experimentation, watch the dreaded television, pushed me to the cusp of self-destructive behavior. Then I saw Dimples.

Yes, I saw Dimples.

Then, all at once, the torture came flooding in like the scene in The Shining. All of Stackhouse's poetry. All of E-Blo's stupid shirts. All the greased up, sweaty, 'roid inflated, burnt sienna tanned, spiky-haired, douchenozzle, dipshit, Hardypocalypse, taintness rampaged through my brain like Cthulhu.

Two beers, four beef and green chile chimichangas, five shots of brandy, and two death metal albums in the past two hours have done little to ease my pain. Only sleep, a migraine, dry heaves, and the sweet relief of death will alleviate my suffering.

I need a break.
 

What? There's a dude in this picture?

My God the future Mrs. Dragon looks HOT in that pic. I can't wait to train those puppies.....
 

Sorry, I should have clarified how hot that girl is - I only like blondes but I'd marry her.
 

Did I mention HoH?

Seriously, HoH.
 

She could definitely be playing in a higher league that with this closeted ethnic douche.

Corona? Oi vey, that stuff is pee, not to mention being a huge cultural cliche.
 

It's just her gay brother home for the holidays.
 

@ Medusa

A spritual experience like that could almost make me a religous person
 

@ Vin/Justin:

I'm gonna have to go with SI & NBC Sports' little darling Lindsey Vonn on this one. Beautiful smile on her.

Although I'd certainly put Tanith and Baver (love that name) on the medal podium flanking Lindsey. That Baver's got a sweet rear-bumper.
 

@JD 3:45AM: Yikes! Thank goodness you didn't stumble across any of the various flavors of MTV. Or Fox News.

We'd need to send an exorcist.
 

@ Jacques

Try going to the range and throwing about 100-150 rounds downrange with that Casull of yours. Try not to laugh manically when you're doing it though. The other people there tend to get nervous and alert the staff. Not that I've had any experience with that sorta thing...
 

Holy fuckbags, she's super hott, ain't she? Day-um. Someone kick his ass now, because although it ain't right, with douches touching hotts and tainting them, this particular contact is actually painful.
 

@ Dr. Bunsen

That's a tried and true technique my dear friend. I don't own a Casull though, so I'll have to make due with 500+ rounds of .45 ACP. I'm going to try some of these targets.
 

Damn, she smokes it! But then again, so does he.
 

Late comment just to agree with Hall of Hott.

I think there is 3.75% chance that an adam's apple was surgically shaved to compliment the perfect jawline on this beauty. But be that as it may, if she is the first Hall of Hott inductee sporting a package, I still say she deserves it.
 

@ Jacques 12:13

I thought you had a Casull for some reason. My bad. Mrs. Dr. BHD gets a little concerned with the 1000+ rounds that I have in the house. Wimmen...

If you want cheaper targets go to letargets.com. They got zombies too. They even have one that looks like E-Blo.
 

HoH please. Special cassette-deck pussy section.

That is all.
 

Too bad she has an odd fetish for cuddling up to shit stains. Yowza.
 

um... dude IS probably a douche. But she looks like a total stripper ho bag.
 

^Then she's just right for me.

And that's jump off who bag. Or who bag jump off. I can never keep that shit straight.
 

@ JD 3:45

for the first time in my history on this site, I have copied and pasted a rant and emailed it to myself for repeated viewings and mayhaps sharing with others. You are the Patrick Henry of 'baghunters.
 

I know its been said;

HOH

Stat.
 

"The suck-off you get from a venomous, spiteful 36-year old bitch in a rubber suit is the stuff of spiritual experiences."
That's , that's just beautiful! Seriously.
 

God damn that chick is hot