*Well, mostly color, but who cares because Men…
I wrote this song while on safari in Africa with Hunter S. Thompson, one of those mexican guys that has hair all over his face, and a bengal tiger. After reading the lyrics I apparently wrote, this is the only explanation I could come up with. Anyway, it’s a great song with a funky bass line and white guys pretending to be rasta and shit.
Today’s model has never been seen before on BBF. I do not have a very large folder of her pictures that will be used in the event that I forget that it’s Friday, or I’m lazy, or a combination of both. Swearsies. Please welcome a BBF virgin, Danielle Sharpe!!11!!!!
Time for flowers.
Texas doesn’t have a long growing season. It has two short ones. Gotta get moving.
Also, faggots who don’t like horticulture, fuck you very hello.
It seems that every time I take the reins for a BBF poat, I whine about about how hard it is to find new models, funny gifs, appropriate music, and I just more or less act like kind of a mare about the whole thing.
Not this time, my friends. I am making a conscious effort in 2013 to have a more positive outlook and a better attitude about things, I will try and spend more energy on what I like and also not waste time worrying about everything I don’t like.
Ace called it a Four Loki Bikini Tractor Pull hosted by Gary Busey.
So, Mission Accomplished. Here’s the newest Crap Tree ornament. Also my Secret Santa pal is getting a pair of socks.
Welcome to another edition of BBF. I wrote this song yesterday (yes, it’s a Kim Wilde cover) for the kids that decided to throw David Axeldouche a little party in Taxachussettes. I suspect that there’s a large group of kids that have worked hard their whole lives, only to see their shot at a decent future pissed away by the whiny little Choom Gang bitches that put O-tard in office. Lets help these FLOA get a shot in life rather than settling for sucking uncle sugar’s tit and living in mom’s basement.
I’m sure that today’s model has graced this POS blog before, but fuck it, I had to work last night, and I’m pretty sure you pud whackers won’t really care anyway. She’s a bit fat, a bit fugly, but has great big giant knockers that even a fucker that believes her home country is responsible for death camps can admire. Please welcome Polish beauty, Ines Cudna!!!!!!!!
Howdy, Morons. C’mon in. Wipe your feet. The beer’s free and don’t cost nuthin.
L to R, Mare, Cyn, Carin, Sohos, Roamy.