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Big Bewb Friday

Hello, and welcome once again to Big Boob Friday. Today at H2 we will be exploring the studio space and discussing taxes, birthday days of the week, parasitic fish tongue lice, squash gardening and the women who love it, and gluten.

But first, a musical selection that nobody clicks on. I like this band a lot even though they are foreigners and they also remind me of one of our long lost hot chick commentators.

I volunteered to cover for MJ this week while he’s away at fat camp, even though I don’t have a lot of free time for bewb perusal. I just wanted to tell you fine internet friends that I value your contributions to our little corner of a series of tubes and I love you all, man. Also I might be drunk at work.

Our model for today was born on March 3rd, 1989 in Warrwick, England, she stands slightly hunched over at 5’6″ and measures a generous 32-26-35 and 125 lbs. Please welcome but don’t google from work Miss Lucy Collett!

Old Guns

This is the oldest one I have.  A Remington Model 33 in .22LR.  A single shot bolt action rifle.

My dad’s uncle (who raised my dad, his parents died when he was very young) gave it to him in 1942.  Dad was eleven.  He gave it to me in 1977,  just before I left home*.

This was the first firearm my father taught me to shoot with.  It was the first firearm I taught my girls to shoot with.  Always good to start with a .22 rifle, it “plinks”, it doesn’t jump or hurt.  It gets a new shooter used to the idea of firing a weapon.

GAH!

Sodium Free!

It’s not Monday.  Yet.

My history- A Record Store Poat for Wiser

First I was like -

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.

BBF™

Boy, did I get a lot of hatey email about MJ’s BBF last week. You’d have thought he posted a nude Kerry Marie eating in an oversized bucket of KFC chicken (though that may have been better). Thank God we’ll never know ‘cuz *points thumbs at chest* I got this.

I offer to you today a few lovelies of the Martina variety, none of which are of the Navrátilová ilk, and by ilk I mean homely as fuck. Now, enjoy some music heathen. Oh, and the chicks in the video–all named Martina. True story.

Now onto our feature presentation, Miss Martina Warren

XBrad Was Too Lazy To Poat…

…I bet he doesn’t make that mistake again.

Yer Welcome.

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