Been enjoying this band lately. It’s kind of mix between *GASP* Pink Floyd and My Morning Jacket. Except without the obvious faggotry of PF. And by the way, their new album sucks more than….your mom.
Lastly, I’m not sure if you guys have friends young enough or possibly the friends of your children that have picked up this annoying habit, but it literally has to stop.
Your model for today was born in Hiroshima, Japan on June 12th, 1982. She 5′ 2″ tall and measures 35-22-31 with metric G cups which I’m guessing means pretty fuckin’ big in ‘merican. Please stop recognizing brutal Caribbean island dictatorships long enough to welcome Miss Anri Sugihara!
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. The next HHD will be Christmas Eve, so if you’re not ready for the holidays, get it in gear. On the other hand, my wise friend Jeannette said, “They’re Christmas cards, not Advent cards. Get ‘em mailed before Epiphany (January 6), and they still count.”
While not a Christmas song, this always reminds me of Christmas. Probably the sleigh bells.
Anyone else find it ironic that lauraw’s last final is on a Tuesday? Talk about happy and sad!
‘sup, broheims? I turn 39 today. Real 39, not fake 39 like some people.
Also, Mrs. Caruthers is pregnant enough that I feel safe saying so. Keep us and Li’l Caruthers in your prayers.
So since it’s my birthday and I’m in a good mood, I’m going to skimp even more than usual on verbage and just do a ton of pictures.
Yoga is a sex cult.