Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.
You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.
February 8, 2018
Categories: #H2, but not the good kind, butt-pokey blues, CAIR, Cheese Log Guzzler, dicking bimbos, Emily's Dull Affect, Headless Whoresman, Helen Thomas's Scrotum, Help me Regis, Lactation, Make Him Stop - everybody probably, Moon Pie Smash, Mother Fuckin Bootleg, Nice Melons, North American Goat Love Association, Oprah's Chocolate Starfish, Oprah's Slut Club, Pre-Law, pruritus ani, Rule 34, She-Meat, Sherwin Fucking Williams, Sodium Chloride Fornication, Where's Cyn?, You People Make Me Sick, Your mom sends her love, your mom's cooter, Your Welcome Hotspur . . Author: Jimbro . Comments: 156 Comments
Imagine my surprise when aspersions were flung at me recently!!!
January 9, 2018
Categories: 0, 10/10 Would Smash, asshat anonymous, barely passable trannies, Compound W, conspiracy theory, Dang. I mean...dang., dicking bimbos, Douche-bagger, Drugs, Federal Witness Protection Program, Follically challenged, foreskin, Fourth Grade, Genital Itch, groomin' your shroom, grope em if you got em, Hostages Legal Aid, I feel like chicken tonight., I'm not judging you, is there such a thing as bad head, Marez-ee-dotes, monkey love, new post needed ASAP!!!, North American Goat Love Association, NOT another post by Pupster, One Foot Muff, Oso made me do it!!!!, oy!!, personal junk, police involvement, POON!, Pre-Law, pruritus ani, rape culture, rhymes with "your mom", riding the cock carousel, robust hindquarters, Rub meat, She-Meat, Stop Trying To Make TuesD'AWWW Happen, supersonic faggotronic, swinging with friends, Things that really matter, This is fucking bullshit, this post stinks, whatever, Where's Cyn?, who's turn is it to grope Cyn, you might be gay if you like this, Your mom sends her love . . Author: jam2 . Comments: 139 Comments
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Thanks to Blackiswhite for the musical inspiration and thus the first of today’s hunks.
The hunk in the video is Jme Stein (dude, buy a vowel).
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December 20, 2017
Categories: As Little as Possible, BANGLAR!, Caffeine, Hunks, Hunky Hump Day, Pre-Law, redhead, riding the cock carousel, Say "What" Again, Space pens, STFU, Where's Cyn?, Your mom likes this . . Author: roamingfirehydrant . Comments: 133 Comments
Since you sonsabitches are always making “your mom” comments, I thought it would be nice to make a poat about our moms. Feel free to update this poat with photos and stories of your own. Or if you’re too retarded to figure out how to add content, send it to me and I’ll do it for you.
My mom was born November 7, 1921 in Detroit. In those days women did not generally go to the hospital to give birth, so my mom was born at home on Drexel Ave.
My mom attended Catholic school through eighth grade, then she enrolled in a high school that taught, among other things, how to become a seamstress. After graduating as a seamstress, she went to work in a very upscale women’s clothing store which no longer exists – Himelhoch’s – pronounced himmelhose. She worked in alterations where she remained until WWII.
While my dad was over in Italy patching B-24s that returned from missions (if they were lucky) all shot to hell, my mom went to work as a clerk at Fort Wayne Ordinance Depot in Detroit.
November 16, 2017
Categories: 10/10 Would Smash, amazing post, barely passable trannies, Beauty Personified, flower power, I Love You Peeps, Learn some shit, Like you know how to read., Muddle My Mint, My safe contains your mom, Pre-Law, rhymes with "your mom", shut your whore mouth, Snake juice guzzler, Space pens, Things that really matter, Where's Cyn?, Your Mom, Your mom likes this, Your mom should be on the new ten . . Author: Hotspur . Comments: 166 Comments
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?
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