Showing posts with label club rat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label club rat. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Eye Candy: Jenni Farley Flaunts Her Rack For Her B-Day


She may be one of the biggest douchettes in the history of everything -- J-Wow? Really? -- but god damn does this broad have a killer rack or what? Now if she'd only forget how to talk we'd be all set.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

So Many Skanks, So Little Time


Here's and easy one:

How many skanky tramps does it take to give you whooping cough and a funny tickle in your nads? One. . .two. . .three. . .

And if any of these club rats belong to you, first let me say I'm sorry. Not for making fun of them -- they do that shit all on their own -- but for not being there for you when you needed it the most. Seriously, someone should have stopped you before you made that plunge.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Why Licenses Should Be Needed Before Child Birth


See the look on that poor kid's face? Even he knows there's something amiss when he's being forced to be seen in a picture with a woman so skanky they sell her stink at the hardware store as a paint thinner.

I bet her twat smells like week-old oatmeal.

Friday, November 27, 2009

A Face Only a Nuthugger Could Love


What the fuck can I say about this ridiculous display of maladjustment that isn't already roiling around in your own brains? Seriously, I'll just leave this one up to you folks. I'm off to devour some leftover bird.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Beer Goggles Not Included


You know what the sad thing about this picture is? No, it's not the busted down broads or their pathetic attempt to hang on to their youth. No, the sad thing about this picture is someone probably got drunk enough that night to take one or both of them home. Can you imagine waking up with something like that on your arm. I'd chew the fucker off before I ran the risk of waking her up.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

No Thanks Baby, I Like It Raw


You know, I can't really tell if this broad is purposely doing that with her lips in an effort to emulate what her friends have assured her is "sexy" or if she's just spent so much time in the tanning salon soaking up UV rays that her face is now perpetually baked into the universal sign of the douche. I'm inclined to think the latter.