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.
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.
Since all of you are a bunch of reprobate asslicking lazy fucks, I’ll put up a new post.
First, a little music to warm the sub cockles of your duodenum. This song is beautiful.
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.
I hope your day starts off special. Maybe some breakfast? Eggs OK?
Maybe a nice run after that. Watch out for that tree!
Happy Veteran’s Day (Observed), and thank you to all our veterans (observed).
I’m not feeling too big on words today. It’s been a rough week for every one of us, and tens of millions of strangers we’ve never met. We’ll get through this. The light of freedom — stretching backward in time, a torch carried forward by different peoples speaking all manner of tongues — has not been and cannot be extinguished, only dimmed for awhile.
We’ll get through this. We have to. Children yet unborn need the warning only our witness can provide. We owe it to them to bear that witness. We’ve already stolen more from them than they can ever earn, so we at least owe them that.
*massages bridge of nose*
Now, hot chicks in Lycra.
One more day. Work today, vote tomorrow.
Pray, if you’re the praying type.
Make sure everyone you know who’s even thinking of voting for Romney is getting to the polls tomorrow. No one gets to stay home on Tuesday.
If ever motivation was needed, it’s now. MMM is here, fighting the SCOAMF in the way only MMM can. Pictures of hot chicks.
By the time you read this, it’ll be Monday morning, October 22. I’m writing it from the safety and security of Sunday night after watching The Avengers and the most recent episode of Dexter, so I’m feeling pretty good, and once again lamenting that I’m not smart enough to be Tony Stark.
If woke up and you’re reading this, congratulations. You’re alive, you’re literate, you’ve got electricity, and you’ve got internet access, making you wealthier than nearly every human that has ever lived. You’ve got problems, I know, we all do, but they’re relative to this backdrop. So, you know, stop whining and get going.
Now, here’s a topless chick working her snatch.