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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.

I like this one because he reminds me of this song.

HHD – 2013 Summer Movies Edition

Roamy sent me an IM to my Prodigy account late last night asking if I could thow the HHD together as she was still under observation after a slight mishap involving a hammock, a sex toy, seven bomb pops, a feather boa, and the Blu-Ray of Magic Mike, but I promised that I wouldn’t get into specifics.

For the ladies, let the yummy begin… you’re welcome.

For the dudes, the links lead to the trailers… you’re welcome.

The Lone Ranger, Arnie Hammer is The Lone Ranger:

Motivational Monday Muscle

Greetings boys, girls, and tweeners. Welcome to the 63rd consecutive edition of MMM. I’ve got no real take on current events because I’m barely paying attention anymore. Paying attention wasn’t helping, so my hypervigilance has turned to a sort of apathy. That might change, but I’m sort of enjoying the peace and quiet. I do my language training, cook my meals, work, read, lift, sleep, and spend time with my wife. That’s enough for me right now. I can’t stay pegged at 11 all the time, I’m too tired. Stress, man. Too much is too much.

Now, here’s a classy B&W. I’m sure it was either filthy or cheesy when it had color.

Monday’s Magnificent Muscle

Ladies and Gentlemen, good morning, and welcome to Monday.

GOOD NEWS! TFG’s presidency is now more than half over. Moreover, today we celebrate a great American (and noted Republican) Martin Luther King, Jr. We should also take this moment to condemn Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and every race-baiting turd who pisses daily on Dr. King’s legacy. I share Dr. King’s dream, and pray that one day we truly can live in a world where men are judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. I would note that in that world, 0bama would be in a prison cell, and Allen West would still be in congress.

We don’t live in that world, not yet. Ours is still kinda upside-down.

Ahem

Quick Sunday Ships

Wiser’s old post was getting pokey so here is a fresh new one to stink up

121211-N-ZZ999-006 GROTON, Conn. (Dec. 11, 2012) Santa Claus rides aboard the Los Angeles-class attack submarine USS San Juan (SSN 751) as the boat returns to Naval Submarine Base New London. Military children received toys hand-delivered by Santa that were donated from Operation Homefront in conjunction with Dollar Tree stores. (U.S. Navy photograph by Lt. David Lincoln/Released)

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MONDAY!!!!!!! Muscular Motivation

Greetings Hostages and lurkers (WTF is wrong with you?), and welcome to Monday, December 17. Christmas is sorta soon, so you should probably plan to shop soon. Well, eventually. I mean, you’ve got a little more than a week, so really, you could probably put it off a little longer. Why rush now what you could put off and rush later. I’m gonna, but mostly because I’ve started to really detest Giftmas.

I love Christmas, please don’t misunderstand me, I just hate the weird gift-giving traditions that have become attached to it. In my family, at least, it’s become an annual exchange of useless tokens or gift cards. I’ve also become something of a Grinch about all the Christmas specials and traditions that are wholly secular, like Frosty or Rudolph, or even Santa, really. Baby Jesus or GTFO, pretty much (that feels wrong to write, but I can’t be more succinct). Linus, though, Linus is the man. You know the speech, you’ve heard it. The older I get, the more I see that true part of the holiday fading (holiday = Holy Day, get it?), and the ascension of the Hallmark Giftmas version. Makes me kinda sick.

*sigh*

Now, moving on to happier things.

Curls are happier, right?

Merry Christmas…. Asshole

This is 100% true.

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Big Boob Friday

Hi errrrvryone.  Welcome to the official start of the weekend! If you haven’t put up your tree, lights, garland, stockings, or decorated the washer and dryer that reside in your front yard, YOU SUCK!!!!  Seriously, you better get on that you lazy POS.

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I wrote today’s song while approaching a semi-concious state after smoking opium with today’s model. I fired up the ‘ol time machine and punched in the coordinates ’20-naught-09, 23-skidoo, left-52, geisha gash dick punch, 49-swing.’ I was promptly taken to Japan where Nanomi Takizawa waited for me, then tempted me to ride the white dragon. When in Japan, do as the 19th century Chinese do. That’s what I always say.

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