Feel like making love

I am feeling froggy (makes me miss the Cuffys) so I am going to just throw some shit up….(Not literally) idiot

Motivational Monday Muscularity

Greetings, comrades, and welcome to the Labor Day edition of MMM. As you go about your affairs on this Communist holiday, remember that that’s what it is. If you’re a good little capitalist like me, you’re gonna use the day off to accomplish some work-like aims, probably in the yard. And if you don’t have the day off because you’re self-employed and know that such things are a Marxist fantasy, we here at MMM respect your wherewithal and sacrifice, and hope that it yields many happy returns.

Also, I hope lots of PEU guys have grilling accidents today, but that’s just a result of my twisted, black little heart.

If you have a lot of hard work to do today, I hope it flows well enough to feel like a montage. This is a montage sorta, so the comment fits.

Big Boob Friday™ From Russia with Back Pain

Afternoon, titty oglers. First, a big thank you to Cyn for not being Hotspur. You have no idea how dangerously close we were to looking at 1920′s boudoir drawings last week. Being depraved is an art form, and Cyn knows whats up.

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I wrote this song way back in 1975 so Cyn’s little man would have a place to start in his exploration of all things FUNKY. As Dave noted, lesson one for bass players is learning to catch panties. Lesson two is you do not talk about…wait.  Wrong lesson.

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Today’s lass, according to her Facefuck page is a model, actress, and blogger. Her resume shows an impressive range of talents, mostly related to her giant, outsized, personality. Please welcome Russia’s favorite titmouse, Mia Zarring!!!!!

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Monday Muscular Motivational

So my mom turned 60 last month, and the party was Saturday. That put me in the Camry for 6 hours on Saturday. Today I got to mow, and we had to stay home instead of going to the air show because the new washer we bought to replace the mothafuggin’ bootleg washer that came with the house turned out to be defective, and we were waiting on the Lowe’s dude to come say “yep, busted” so we’d get a new one.

That sentence was terrible, much too long, and probably had grammatical errors. I’d care, but now I get to pack up for my trip out to America’s hair dryer (Arizona). I’d be excited about that, but it’s a work trip and I’ve been promised 12 hour days all week to go with my jet lag and hotel-based insomnia. Oh well, at least it’ll be a dry insomnia.

I need something to get me a little fired up for this sure-fire nightmare week, how ’bout you?

She’s into heavy metal.

Big Boob Friday

Good morning. This is the big weekend, which I’m incredibly sad to miss. I was really looking forward to meeting Scott (tall to short: Scott, MJ), MCPO, Pupster, Gabe+1, Leon, not Mare, and saying hi to everyone else that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting before. I hope you guys have a wonderful time.

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Mrs. MJ wrote this song for me right after we got married.

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This week’s model is a total pig from Australia. She works in the adult entertainment business or is in the habit of filming her vagina inspections and then posting the videos on the internet. Either or. She has big boobs and is fugly. Please give a Rosetta inspired welcome to Angela White!!!

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Notes from the Neighbors

We should all learn to get along. This is the next wave in civil discourse!

Big Boob Friday

Hi. I got to hang out with Roamy last night and you didn’t. I can therefore conclude that you gargle Roberts Balls™. I wrote this song yesterday at about 10:16 am.

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Today’s model is from England and she’s hot but her boobs aren’t really that big. I guess you can’t win ‘em all right. It’s always best to compromise. Split the baby and what not. So here she is: Rosie Jones. She’s probably about half of what you want, but you’re just going to have to live with it wingnuts. I know what’s best for you.

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Big Boob Friday™

Afternoon, fuckers of oldness.  I wrote this song for Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce, and Ginger Baker while in a white room, with black curtains, by the station.

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Today’s model is from the Czech Rzpzblzc, and is listed as 25 years old. I’m calling bullshit on that, although maybe it’s the miles, not the years. Who knows how old anyone is in the former USSR satellites? This super hot chick lists herself as 29, although I’m guessing she’s not a day under 30. Please welcome this week’s model, that once again proves it’s pretty hard to airbrush a butterface, Gabrielle Passtel!!!!

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The Day That All Moms Dread…..

Well, I knew this day had to come – it comes around every year. The day that all kids look forward to. and all mothers dread.

Muscular Monday Motivational

I had one heck of a weekend, peoples. Because of my vet visit, this week’s squat workout got pushed back to Saturday. Toughest week of the cycle, so I was just about busted just by that. This was also Mrs. Caruthers’ weekend with the MANG, immediately before her two week trip to TN for training, AND immediately before our new hay delivery in about 35 minutes.

So Sunday saw me taking all the fouled hay (the barn cat is a little turd) out to the pasture and un-baling it by hand so we can seed the soil maybe kinda while the horses are boarded. I also swept out every scrap of the old hay from the loft and barn floor. Then I took a paint scraper to all the wooden structures in the chicken coop (because chickens are idiots that like to poop anyol’where), and swept all of their litter out and hauled it to the woods.

So anyhow, I’m eager to get back to the stress and hell of work.

As my weekend shows, sometimes you have to be there for teammates. Flexibility is key.