Caring!

Yep, that’s exactly how many fucks I give about airlift today. Every C-5 I’m supposed to be controlling is broke somewhere in the world. Speaking of the C-5 (also known as the Aluminum Overcast), here’s a picture of A BOAT ON MY MOTHERFUCKIN’ PLANE.

Going to be a long shift. May have to self-medicate before lunch. If the quality and coherence of my posts start to improve around noon you will know that I am into the rum.

I may have mentioned that my arsenal of cool stuff has improved dramatically over the last few months. That reminded me to post a pic so you can revel in my awesome.

Big Boob Friday™

Hi!!!  Well, you made it another week. Don’t you feel special? Don’t you feel like something has been accomplished?

I don’t either, so fuck it.

I wrote this song for a guy named Iggy Pop way back in 197somthing. He was high as fuck, and really needed to eat a sandwich, but he locked me in a room filled with stuffed bunnies, and screamed at me to come up with something that endless fucktards could cover in order to prove that they know something about…what was I saying? Oh right. Fuck it. Now Anthony Keidis looks like Iggy Pop. Everything that is new is old.

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Today’s hottie is hot (nsfw). She learned how to trade showing her boobies for money just a few years back, and quickly rocketed to fame in a gentleman’s magazine that starts with P, ends with Y, and has an LAYBO in the middle. Please welcome Iryna Ivanova!!1!1!!!!!! She really does have great cans, doesn’t she?

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Monday-ish Muscly Motive-actuators

Greetings all. It’s Monday morning again and there ain’t a damn thing anyone can do about it, least of all me. I get to spend my week trying to maintain yet another fresh piece of orphaned code and picking up a new set of orphaned tasks thanks to yet another departing coworker. Everyone leaves and I get more to do for the same amount of money. It’s (not) awesome, I recommend it if you have the opportunity (to remain employed in the midst of the economic destruction wrought by Obama and his fellow travelers).

Anyone need a mathlete? I’m not cheap, but I’m very good and have a higher tolerance for tedium than most. I’ve done damn near everything you can task defense contractor technical staff with and then some. I can coordinate and collaborate and commiserate and powerpoint and blahbadeedblah. Eh, whatever, I’ll probably just stay at it because I’m pretty sure putting up with all of it has left me somewhere in the walking-on-water stage with management, and my office is really close to my gym, so there’s that.

Is this what you came here for? No, of course not, and I don’t blame you if you skipped all that crap and came straight down to this first image. I’m just saying that I ain’t all that motivated, just sorta resignated. Er, resigned. But I’m not quitting, it’s the other kind of resigned. Like, to fate.

This is a gif. It was sent to me, I’ll leave you to guess the sender.

Tossed together at the last minute tushy Tuesday

Wow, who knew that pounding cheap vodka till 1am would cause poor blogging skills 7 hours later?  I think we need a federal grant to study this some more.

2013 is the year of the leggings. Hawt chicks in the shiny/faux leather leggings are my current paraphilia.

Big Boob Sandwich Friday

Hello, bags of douche, and welcome to Big Boob Friday: MJ is a fucking slacker edition (II). I’m having a little trouble being creative right now, mostly because I used up most of my awesome in the first 11 months of this year. Let’s try and slog through this together, shall we?

I wrote this song when Mare was scratching my kicky spot under the table in 1981.

I bitched and moaned last time I did one of these poasts about how difficult it is to find new talent to grace the pages of this shithole blog, and this week was no different. After an exhausting 45 seconds of pressing ‘random page’ at Boobpedia, I settled on today’s lucky lady, Dana Hamm!

We Remember.

Your Sunday Moment of Zen

 

Big Boob Friday

What up, homefries? I wrote this song for Harry Reid last night when I was thinking about what a dirty, cocksucking-motherfucker he is. The only question I have is:  after he has ‘special time’ with his young boys, does he smell his finger? I think we all know the answer so from now on I’m just going to refer to him as Leader Stink-Finger. (sorry sohos)

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Today’s model comes from the far off land of Tokyo, Mississsippi. She is oddly fluent in Japanese, and generally displays her massive godzilla boobs for cold, hard, cash. Please welcome Miri Hanoi!1!!!!!!!!!   Mmmmmm, catfish sushi.

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Big Boob Friday, Clown Car Edition

Good afternoon.  Please hand your tickets to Andre the Giant, follow the line around the corner into the second tent, and wait patiently for the bearded lady.  While you’re waiting, please listen to this song I wrote while a member of the Hostage Carnival and Freak Show™.

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Today’s BBF model is sort of famous, but probably not for the reason you are thinking. Most of all, she really, really likes children.

BBF – Crack Whore Barbie Edition

I would rather suck face with Nancy Pelosi’s underpants than revisit this week. On to the music, shall we? I wrote this song for DWS’s fist. Right after I forced her to donkey punch her nether region.

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This week’s model is a young beauty that originally hails from the Check (fuck you and your fancy spellin’) Republic. Now a Brit, she is in he twenties and can’t seem to keep from looking sick, confused, or high as flippin’ kite. Please welcome some deranged chick with big knockers.

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