You’re welcome, America! Bask in my magnificence!

This is the ‘short limo’. I assume this is Biden’s.

The larger one is called the ‘Beast’ and has to be driven up the ramp at a 45 degree angle due to the long wheel base.

Congratulations, Chuck Lorre!

Anyone who watches Big Bang Theory, or any other Chuck Lorre Production, is probably familiar with the “Chuck Lorre Vanity Card”

For those that are not, at the end of every episode of a Chuck Lorre production, they flash a quick little note, story, comment, etc. by Chuck.  They fly by too quickly to actually read in real time, so they are numbered and you can find them on-line here.  Warning, only attempt to read these aptly-named “vanity” cards if you can handle smug, self-righteous, pretentious pomposity from a pseudo-intellectual leftist douche.

A splendid idea

You know, for once I agree with TFG:

“Fired up! Ready to go!”

Big Boob Friday

Hi friend.

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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.

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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!!!!

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HHD-

We’ve put this off far long. Perhaps we’ve allowed our hyper-partisanship to cloud our vision.

But now it must be admitted.

Let’s have Michelle speak it for us; asked if her husband was a sex symbol, she resoundingly affirmed responded -meh.

It’s okay, yeah.

“He’s got a little swag, you know. That’s Okay. I mean, I’m proud of him. He’s a stylish, I think, man who is healthy and he’s smart and he’s passionate and he’s inspiring.”.

Well, put aside your h8ty hate and judge for yourself?

My history- A Record Store Poat for Wiser

First I was like -

Sequestration

The end is nigh!

Motivation. Monday. Muscle.

Good morning, and welcome to your post-football-season hangover. No sympathy from me, as I spent the day as a teetotalin’ weenie, watching Dark Knight Rises and then many episodes of the He-Man reboot. I’m sure the team you were rooting for lost, the halftime show sucked, and technical difficulties meant you spent way too much time listening to people with IQs in a range that make Joe Biden look smart analyze a children’s pastime while being paid many times your salary.

Note that the word “earned” did not appear in the above paragraph. Moving on.

Today’s pictures — unlike some other weekly themed poats — are all of actual women. At least to my knowledge. I’d never intentionally poat anything else, unlike some other, lesser cob-loggers who shall remain nameless. You can take that shizznat to the bizzank, as my close personal friend Ed Koch used to say. Okay, so I didn’t know him and he probably never said that, but this is the biggest lie you’ll get out of me. Ever.
MMM: all about real women as best we can discern from just the one photo we’ve been able to find.
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Thursday Morning Dog Poast

Good morning, Anger Management Puppets. How about a little uplifting music?

Tushar meets Cyn, forgets to bring coffee.

Sunday Suckage

Yay, family holiday gatherings!