No preamble, I’m too tired as I write this. I thought about using my cellphone to make the poat, so I could literally “phone it in”, but that felt too frustrating, so I didn’t bother. You’ll have to settle for figurative slacking. And now, from the voluminous binders of MMMHQ, I present the following images.
Splits.
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Before you ask: yes, that’s a word. I just made it up. It’s an adverb, obviously, meaning “to do so in a muscularing fashion”. Also before you ask: no, that’s not a word, it’s just English-sounding gibberish.
It’s Monday again, and time for a fresh start to life. Time to be your best self and set the right tone for the week. Life’s gonna try to whoop your ass twelve ways to Sunday by, well, next Sunday. Don’t let it. Beat life like a red-headed, rented stepmule.
Now, indulge me while I look at some pretty things.
I like her expression: “Leon, spot me while I do this ridiculous exercise”. You got it, babe.
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Greetings and salutations to any and all who read this. Unless you voted for 0bama, in which case I hope your day is filled with life-altering tragedy. No, really. I hope your doc tells you that you have ass cancer. And I hope he uses those exact words. Not “colon cancer”, not even “anal cancer”. “Ass cancer”. You deserve it, you rectal wart of a foul poopstain on the dirty old brown shoe of a dishonest day laborer.
Now, to the rest of you fine folk that either voted for R&R (thanks for the effort) or stayed home (eh, I get it, but duuuuuuuude), welcome to MMM #70. With any luck, we’ll make it to 700. Actually, if I’m still doing this in… 13 years, I’ll quit. For now, though, MMM is on!
Good morning.
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Greetings and salutations. Today is Monday, April 22, and your taxes were due a week ago, so you should probably get started on those soon (unless you’re a government employee, then you can probably just take all the time you need).
It’s still Winter in Michigan, or so the snow last week and ahead (!) in the forecast leads me to believe. Due to this, I’m yet to break ground on what I’m sure will be a fantastic garden. Someday, if we ever get these sprouts off the dining room table and into the yard. Yep, globe sure is warming, ain’t it?
Anyhow, you didn’t come here for garden blogging or weather blogging, and I don’t have any recipes worth sharing (though I’m probably eating a nice sausage and egg and cheddar scramble about now, which is delicious but isn’t exactly a recipe), so let’s get to the main event, shall we?
Somehow, it’s baseball season, even if Winter isn’t over yet.
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Greetings to all, unless you voted for Obama, in which case I’d prefer you self-immolate (right after you pay your taxes, assholes).
It’s Monday again, and that means it’s time to go back to work (congrats again, Vmax). Here’s a little something to get you going.
Failing that, it’ll at least get me going. Close enough.
She looks tired.
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Ok, it’s not the really early redeye version, it’s the hit talk show Red Eye version. Calm down!
I didn’t write any song for anyone, but I do like this one:
No connection, other than it’s out of left field. Now, onto the content!
Our model today will be recognized by many Hostages, as everyone has seen RedEye at one time or another. If you haven’t, then you are missing out. It’s great, and I recommend you DVR it and watch it every day. Somehow it never gets old to me. Greg, Andy, and even Bill keep things going. Plus they bring along guests like today’s BBF starlet. Born on the Fourth of July, 1980, she’s a TV Personality, producer, and all around great gal. Let’s welcome Carrie Keagan!
The Pope and Obama are on the same stage in Yankee Stadium in front of a huge crowd.
Good morning all, and welcome to Monday morning at the H2. It’s 2013, so it’s still awful and probably will be for a few more years. There are signs of hope here and there, and we may yet weather the storm, but it’s not a sure thing. Monday, though? Pretty much a sure thing. Monday will always be here. Let’s kick off the week right.
Time to dip our asses in the ice-cold horse trough of the workweek.
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