This is Rifle, this is my Gun. This is for fighting, and this is for fun.

I acquired a 1928 Mosin/Nagant Sniper Rifle (hex bolt) a couple of years ago. Today it had a make-over.

1928 Mosin/Nagant 91/30

MMM

I’m still un-recovered from my week in CA and a red-eye on Friday, so I can’t think of one darn half-witty thing to say about anything. I even phoned in the poat title. I even forgot to call my dad on Sunday. All I can do now is call him today and apologize. No forgetting!

Cleaning.

Monday’s Muscular Motivation

Greetings, people who I hope have already had their coffee. As you read this, I am in the land that forsook any semblance reason not long after they were governed by Ronaldus Maximus (can you believe that San Francisco used to be a Republican stronghold? Boggles my mind). Anyhow, you can be sure that even though it’s my favorite day of the week, I’m suffering and miserable and that the only thing I can cling to is that at least I don’t have to stay there for long.

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[Important Update: Cyn]

Happy Birthday Lauraw!

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Again, me: misery. Not an excuse, just a statement. You? You’ve got no excuse. You’ve got a fine week ahead of you, and you’re going to kick some serious ass. I believe in you. If you can’t, then don’t. Instead, believe in the me that believes in you. Oughta be just as good.

Now, time to stop lying around on your ass.

It’s Summer! And This Is Where He Does the Least Damage!

1. These greens are so fast I have to hold my putter over the ball and hit it with the shadow.
~ Sam Snead

Muscularingly Monday Moppetry

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.

Monday Muscular Motivationz

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.

Big Bewb Friday

Hello, and welcome once again to Big Boob Friday. Today at H2 we will be exploring the studio space and discussing taxes, birthday days of the week, parasitic fish tongue lice, squash gardening and the women who love it, and gluten.

But first, a musical selection that nobody clicks on. I like this band a lot even though they are foreigners and they also remind me of one of our long lost hot chick commentators.

I volunteered to cover for MJ this week while he’s away at fat camp, even though I don’t have a lot of free time for bewb perusal. I just wanted to tell you fine internet friends that I value your contributions to our little corner of a series of tubes and I love you all, man. Also I might be drunk at work.

Our model for today was born on March 3rd, 1989 in Warrwick, England, she stands slightly hunched over at 5’6″ and measures a generous 32-26-35 and 125 lbs. Please welcome but don’t google from work Miss Lucy Collett!

Muscular Monday Motivational

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.

Muscley Monday Mopseys

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.

Muscular Monday Motivation

Greetings, fellow survivors of the weekend. Monday is once more upon us, and I know y’all are just bursting with joy at the thought of it.

Brevity this week. Have some photos.

Tools. She has them.