Muscular Monday Motivational

Greetings and welcome to another Monday in Reverend Wright’s America. Despite the bad reverend and his worthless, SCOAMF White House #occupy-ing disciple, we must carry on. There’s work to do, and it’s not like those other butt nuggets are gonna do it. This is merely another storm to be weathered, and it ill-behooves us to do nothing whilst the hatched are battened but shelter in place.

When the storm finally passes and the fog lifts, and the fresh soil is ripe for plowing, we who have persevered through far more Mondays’ worth of pay cuts and layoffs than we deserved will be among the first to plant fresh seeds, and the first to enjoy the ripe fruit that can only grow in an America set free to prosper again.

Now, some ripe fruit. No plowing required.

Big Boob Friday™

Happy Birthday to scottw!  What kind of gift should we get our little man?

1) Something for work.

2) Something for fun.

3) Or just a nice apron for cleaning around the house.

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I wrote that song in Portland. Anyway, today’s model is something of a sensation in British men’s magazines. She was born 27 years ago in a little town called Stoke-on-Trent. Throw an ‘r’ in that first word and anyone named Trent would avoid that town. Please welcome today’s ogling fare, Alice Goodwin!!!

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Monday Muscular Motivational

I hope it feels like Monday to you, because it sure doesn’t to me. I worked all day Saturday and part of Sunday, and now I’m eager to get back to… work?

Just feels strange. Anyhow, I found these, and I like them.

This gal was later fined $20 for improper use of a keg.

Monday Muscular Motivational

Yet another tiring weekend. I watched a ton of anime, buried a chicken (RIP), watched all of Your Brain on Porn, and walked around a little bit. So very ready for work this week.

In any event, time to get up!

Monday Muscular Motivational

Holy geez, I had a busy weekend. Yard work, chores, video games, D&D. I am super-ready to get back to the nice, easy pace of a 9-hour workday. After I finish this post and my steak and eggs, I’ll get right to it.

Now, women in lycra.

Rainy Saturday

It’s raining here, so I can’t mow. Going to head out and check on the hens in a little bit, but before I go, we need a new post like Joe Biden needs a clue, so here we go.

How to burn rocks.

Muscular Monday Motivational

Look sharp, people, Monday is here and it’s taking no prisoners, names, or initials, and I’m pretty sure it’s all out of bubblegum.

Here at MMM, our continuing mission is to get you ready for Monday, ready for all the ‘tude in that dude, no matter how stressful the weekend was or the week ahead shall surely be. We consider this a sacred mission, best accomplished through the conveyance of images of beauty obtained through adversity by the grace of the Almighty.

First, a little piece I like to call “Hot Redhead in Lycra”

Monday Muscular Motivational

Hurrah! Monday returns!

On a sad note, one of my favorite source sites Wid Gorilla Man. Has concluded it’s fantastic run of something like 2 years. During that period, he had some of the hottest crossfit gals pictured in all their glory. If you saw a girl here standing on a tire, pushing a sled, or climbing a rope, I probably found it there. Moment o’ silence, folks.

Now, hot chicks.

Looks like someone’s having trouble facing the day ahead.
Maybe she should stretch a bit?

Muscular Monday Motivational

Where to start? It was another tiring weekend of hustle and bustle, going places and drinking, watching Mrs. Caruthers play Rock Band, playing D&D, and other useless diversions. Words cannot express how happy I am to be back to Monday and a chance to be marginally productive again.

No one actually reads this little pre-amble? Do they? Most of you just skip straight to the pictures I’m sure. I don’t think most of you even read my witty captions. That’s fine. No, really, it’s fine. I’d say I worked really hard on them, and you should take the time, but, well, I didn’t, so you shouldn’t.

Now, who’s my dirty girl?

Oh yeah, you are. Rawr.

Muscular Monday Motivational

I’m pretty sure sitting on my poang for 16 hours/day is what’s been hurting my hip, so I may need to kill my Sunday Skyrim marathons. No wonder my weekends are so tiring!

Off topic, does anyone know if you can return a book to Amazon just because it sucks? I’ve got a book so bad I’m pretty sure my negative review will win Nobels.

Also, something is really, really wrong with me, because I saw this hot chick, and what did I see first? Her tricep. I gots the envy.

Yep, I’m deranged.