Well, if you’re anything like me (unlikely) another week has flown by for you any can’t believe it’s Monday again, the best damn day of the week.
And if you don’t believe me, allow me to try my Jedi Mind Trick.
Mondays are awesome, you are super-excited that the week has begun anew.
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.
Guten tag, wilkommen!
I’ve been spending a ton of time working on my Spanish lately over at DuoLingo, and I must say, I really miss German. My Spanish is still appalling, but it’s slowly getting better. I was going to title the poat en Espanol, but it translates to something like muscular lunes de motivación, which lacks all of the usual MMM alliterative charm. Oh well, I’m going to keep working at that and eventually get back to chemistry. I’ve exhausted all of what Khan Academy has on chemistry at the moment, so I’m down to just books and static web pages at this point.
Book-wise, I’m about 2/3rds of the way through a bit of pop science journalism on DIY biology called BioPunk, after which I’m planning to move on to Nassim Taleb’s newest book Antifragile, which I’m really looking forward to. Why do I do this? I honestly don’t know. I can barely stand to read or watch fiction anymore, and the real world is presently in a state where watching too closely is stressful and naught else. Learning useful things, lifting, and cooking are about all I even remotely enjoy these days as pastimes. Most of my non-fake innernet friends are leftarded anymore, and the one that isn’t is a frequently-obnoxious misanthrope, so I’ve pretty much got my wife and you guys.
Okay, enough introspection. Picture time. How ’bout we start with a nice snatch?
Today’s witty banter preamble has been replaced by a picture more motivating than any crap I could write.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I started off looking for one thing and found another, so here we go.
Yesterday was Elvis’ birthday, so let’s have a little less conversation and a little more action.
Satisfy me, baby.
This week’s theme is the upcoming movie “Lone Survivor”. You’d best know who Marcus Luttrell is, or turn in your Hostage card. Luttrell is played by Mark Wahlberg, who appeared in last week’s HHD. Also appearing in “Lone Survivor” are:
Well, it’s been a nice long break from the gym for me. Two whole weeks! My joints barely pop now, and I’m not sore in the slightest. I’d pretty much forgotten what that felt like. By this time next year, chances are that I will have again. Today will be the first day of another year of strength training, hopefully free of injury and full of growth.
Whatever goals you have for your body in the year to come, rest assured that each and every Monday will feature outstanding commentary and imagery that will pack you full of positivity.
Okay, that’s a total lie. I’mma say some stupid crap and then put up some pictures of girls I’d totally nail if I had the chance, and most of the people commenting will proclaim — wrongly — that they are dudes. It’ll happen every Monday, though, and that’s the truth.
This is sure to get pushed down like a fat girl caught between Mare and the buffet at the local Golden Corral, but since it’s a new tradition here, TTT must at least make a pro forma appearance.
Oh, and Merry Christmas!