MMM

I’m still un-recovered from my week in CA and a red-eye on Friday, so I can’t think of one darn half-witty thing to say about anything. I even phoned in the poat title. I even forgot to call my dad on Sunday. All I can do now is call him today and apologize. No forgetting!

Cleaning.

Happy Father’s Day

You wanna know one way you can tell you’re getting old if you’re a guy?  You cry a lot about stuff that doesn’t involve you getting shot in the head, hacked in the neck with an axe or a hooker stealing all your blow.

This has been making me cry all day so, because making other people cry is fun, I felt I needed to share it.  It hurts but there is so much good here.  The love.  The service.  The adoration.  The respect.  The furry slippers.

And maybe it makes you want to hug your Dad or hug your child or hug a soldier.  I guess if you’re lucky you can do all three.  That’s what it made me do.

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A young boy spends some time with his Dad…

Gardening Secrets

Monday Motive: Muscularity

The weekend is over, and thank Heaven it is. I socialized way too much, spent far too much time talking, and nearly lost my voice. I told the opossum story three times on Saturday to different groups who had yet to hear it. Even I am sick of it now, but at least the trauma is finally past. I made it through another family gathering without starting any serious arguments or eating any of the devil gluten that was prominently offered. Threading the needle of the weekend, I passed through the madness, and once again welcome the warm embrace of renewal that is Monday. Now, on with the show.

Send me an angel.

Settled

Happy Birthday Pupster!

Muscley Monday Mopseys

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.

Monday’s Motivational Muscle

Greetings, Monday fans, welcome to your weekly pick-me-up. And by me, I really do mean me, since I’m sure y’all think these are a bunch of dudes.

Haters gonna H8.

Motivational Monday Muscle

Greetings boys, girls, and tweeners. Welcome to the 63rd consecutive edition of MMM. I’ve got no real take on current events because I’m barely paying attention anymore. Paying attention wasn’t helping, so my hypervigilance has turned to a sort of apathy. That might change, but I’m sort of enjoying the peace and quiet. I do my language training, cook my meals, work, read, lift, sleep, and spend time with my wife. That’s enough for me right now. I can’t stay pegged at 11 all the time, I’m too tired. Stress, man. Too much is too much.

Now, here’s a classy B&W. I’m sure it was either filthy or cheesy when it had color.

I Can Not Stop Laughing at This

Good morning. Peas and carrots. That’s what the weekend is all about. Well, mostly peas, but whatevs.

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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