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The Best of Draw Something (Dirty): Part 2
Here is the latest collection of horribly drawn pictures from the naughty version of Draw Something (part 1 is here.)
Probably the best part of this game, other than being able to draw awesome dicks on everything, is that the person on the other end has to watch everything you draw in order and cannot skip to the end if they don’t know what you’re drawing. This means that if you take 10 minutes to draw a fish, they have to wait the 10 minutes unless they can guess what the drawing is before you’re done. So if you see a complex drawing like Birdcage or Chest (below) or Squirrel (in Part 1), you can be sure that the very last thing drawn in those pictures was the thing needed to be guessed.
Be warned: this batch gets a little misogynistic and flirts with some things that could possibly construed as mildly racist. Actually, now that we think of it, so did the last set…and every other post on this site.
Regardless, if you are easily offended, jog on.
Michelangelo
must have been a serial
killer, just like us.
—RLLD/NPX
In the Garden of Metrosexuality, the Fruit Will Always Overflow.
Metrosexualilty is defined in a few ways. For example, the dudes on the Jersey Shore are metrosexual.
Three dudes from MTVs abortion: Jersey Shore.
The way it was described to me by a self-proclaimed metrosexual was, “…to have feminine tendencies.”
Like tight pants? Giving blowjobs?
There’s a reason they call it WOMENS clothing, because it’s for WOMEN. There’s no grey area!
Here are some warning signs that someone may be metrosexual!
When you spend more time on your hair than actually being a man, you might be metrosexual!
Or when you say things like:
“I’m going to the hair dresser for a hair cut…”
“Do you like my new purse?”
“After a hard day’s work, there’s nothing better than a hot bath and a Strongbow to take the edge off.”
“Whatever man, if you turn the lights out, it’s the same damned thing! Now what kind of jelly do you like?”
“Where am I going to put this full length mirror?”
“Of course I know who Clay Aiken is!”
“Seacrest Out!”
Its a beer & a cider, so it goes both ways...just like me!
We’ve gone through centuries of evolution where men have hunted, gathered food, aggressively confronted other men to win status, killed random people who annoyed them. And just within a decade or so, men have suddenly transformed into this…
Behold the Grey Area
Seriously, if he’s not gay, this guy should be dropped on a Japanese reactor.
I found a study done by a British University, about the appeal of a man with a strong musk, and beer on his breath, compared to Sir Dancealot up there. 80% of the 6000 women say they prefer the beer drinking male to a man who is an embarrassment to his father. All the excuse I need!
Of course, no one likes a fat beer drinking loser, but a man throwing back beer in a pub while keeping relatively composed, spells respect, even among dudes!
Operation Lady Killer is a go!
Bottom line, after all my extensive research my opinion on metrosexuality, is that there’s no such thing. If you’d rather go out and buy expensive clothes that look good on you than rock out with your cock out, that’s your prerogative brother. It’s the one’s that play the metrosexual card to defend their sexual orientation that really kill the batteries in my Gaydar.
So if you want to wrap your dick in rainbow-colored fruit roll ups and watch the Wizard of Oz ten times a day, go ahead, I’ll see you at 7!
How dare you say that!
I am just as much a man
As my mother is!
—RLLD
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