Big Boob Friday

Hi there!! Welcum to another edition of this blog’s long running version of Masterpiece Theater. As you know, you don’t know shit, so this post will attempt to play off of that truth by deceiving you. Confused? Me neither.

*

I’m not going to screw around with any stupid introductions this week. This is Clapton, and Clapton is God. Quick story; when I was in HS, I saw Clapton at Alpine Valley, an outdoor venue. He was touring in support of Journeyman, a much overlooked album in his long distinguished career. During this song, which I absolutely love, he teased the audience a bit, and then blew everyone away. At right around the three minute mark in the song, the band stopped playing and drew out the silence to the point where the audience started clapping, thinking that it was over. They started back into the song very quietly, then Clapton broke into the guitar solo with a note that actually knocked me off of my feet. I looked around, and the people who were once standing around me were seated as well. Clapton is God.

*

*

This weeks model is a hybrid. Half pig, half tit monster. She hails from the South American country of Romania, which is known for its big breasted ladies and unibrows. Please welcome the girl who was asked to spell HH at her high school spelling bee…Joanna Bliss!!!!!!!!

*

Big Boob Friday

Hey there. Have I told you lately how much I love you? Well, there’s a reason for that.

*

I wrote this song with Lindsey Buckingham way back in 1975. You see, he was having problems with Stevie Nicks at the time and was going on and on about it one night after a huge bender. After four hours of listening to this tripe, I put down the rotary phone and hopped on the next Pan Am flight to NYC. When I opened the door to the studio I said, “wait a minute, you’re a guy, and Stevie Nicks is a chick? Wild, man. Just wild.” Then I wrote the song and told the rest of the band to dress like they just came from a Renaissance fair. I was kidding, but perhaps they didn’t get it. True story.

*

*

Today’s model should make up for all of the shit I’ve pulled over the past year or so. I don’t think she’s been featured in our weekly mammary fest, but I’m too lazy to check, so pretend she’s new even if she isn’t, mkay? Our model is hotter than Dave’s chili, stacked higher than xbrad’s adult dvd collection, and cuter than the H2 girls surrounded by kittens. Please welcome the British Bombshell….Danielle Sharp!!!!!!!!!

*

The Stoopid…It BERNS.

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.

Big Boob Friday

Hi, and welcome to another edition of Blearg Boob Friday. What up, long tubular horizontal mambo dancers?  Nada surf? Mismo conmigo.

*

I wrote this song while studying for a Latin final way back in the late 90s. I called up my good friends in France and said, ‘Hey there Daft Frogs. I think you should name your new album Discovery, then title one of the tracks Viridis Quo. The translation will literally be Very Disco, which in turn can be transposed to reference the title.’ We had such a laugh at the clever vanity of it all.

*

Today’s wasted youth model hails from the land of fried everything. No, not Mississippi, I’m talking ’bout England. You know, the Empire that gave rise to every decent Western society? You know the Empire that now extends all the way to…Wales and Scotland, sort of.  And this little tiny island off the coast of Argentina? No? Not ringing a bell? Well maybe Serena Gibson will peak your, um, interest.

*

Big Bewbs Forever

WAIT!

Before you click, there are some things you should know. Most of the links in this poat contain audio, some of the language is NSFW. Turn down your speakers or put on your headphones NOW.

Also, most of the images are gifs, so this poat is mammary intensive, please update your RAM or go directly to the comments.

Sunday Suckage

Yay, family holiday gatherings!

HHD – Eye Candy Edition

Yesterday I learned that our President is “eye candy.”

News to me.

AACK. First, we need a nice, cleansing, long look at a crowd favorite. It’s been here before, it’ll probably be back in the future. I give you – Bond, James Bond.

^Eye. Candy.^ If those hags on The View think Obummer is “eye candy” then it’s time they be let out to pasture.

Big Boob Friday™ From Russia with Back Pain

Afternoon, titty oglers. First, a big thank you to Cyn for not being Hotspur. You have no idea how dangerously close we were to looking at 1920′s boudoir drawings last week. Being depraved is an art form, and Cyn knows whats up.

*

I wrote this song way back in 1975 so Cyn’s little man would have a place to start in his exploration of all things FUNKY. As Dave noted, lesson one for bass players is learning to catch panties. Lesson two is you do not talk about…wait.  Wrong lesson.

*

*

Today’s lass, according to her Facefuck page is a model, actress, and blogger. Her resume shows an impressive range of talents, mostly related to her giant, outsized, personality. Please welcome Russia’s favorite titmouse, Mia Zarring!!!!!

*

Fork You

Big Boob Friday

Afternoon, paste eaters. I wrote this song after my second date with Mrs MJ.  I called up Donna and said, “Hey foxy lady, I think i gots this bombastic track for yo’ sexy ass. It came to me while butterin’ the muffin of a fine ass white chick, dig?”  Seriously though, can you imagine the studio setting as this track was recorded?  I’d give mare’s best pair of platform shoes to be a fly on the coke mirror.

*

*

Today’s model was born in merry ol’ England way back in 1984 on January 1st. Get ready to be blown away by SAMMY BRADDY!!!!!11!!11

*