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Friday, April 23, 2010
Redford popping his collar, yes please!!!
this douche popping four collars needs to be teabagged by his dog. On a second thought, that's an insult for the dog. seriously though, how much of an assoholic douche do you have to be to even leave your house like this, none less pretend like you're the shit. and you girl, what the fuck are you doing with him? hope he's your brother, cousin or something, anything else, you're pathetic to be even seen with douchy.
Posted by V. at 10:26 PM
vinny: hey man, look at my chest, i just did push ups in the washroom bro. it's fucking crazy, i'm popping veins over here.
tony: i feel you bro, i just did 32 sets of curls before coming here. i can't hold this pose any longer, i'm gonna shit myself. the girls love looking at my biceps, i love it too, i look at them all the time, if i could fuck my biceps, i'd do it. i feel like they're going to burst.
vinny: dude, that's fucking crazy, that's how i feel about my chest. but you're not only cool, you're also very creative. i love your tattoo, oh my god it's so awesome.
tony: yeah man, it's so inspirational, i drew it myself. i like yours too, its fucking amazing.
vinny: thanks bro, yeah, i fucking love it, barb wire and shit, so fucking cool.
tony: yeah man, fuck this shit, let's go do some lines.
Posted by V. at 12:37 AM
hey douche, yeah you with the big backpack on your back, you know who you are. fucking ass. next time you enter a crowded bus, or any other form of transit system, take your bag off and place it between your wimpy fucking legs. because it's already bad that i'm squeezed between your ass and a smelly eastern euro.
Posted by V. at 12:21 AM
dear muscledouche, I'll bet a grand that your wife has a hard time finding your balls in the dark or for the matter of fact, you're so damn fucking tanned, she probably can't even see you in the dark. but how could she miss that beautiful smile, and that pedo face. oh boy, I hope that little kid is not your son.
Posted by V. at 12:05 AM