The Hostages, Giffffffyyyyyyy

You’ll poke your eye out, kid.

 

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get moving with another song from Cyn’s KCDX. I have this song on vinyl, somewhere in the basement.

Ever since 50 Shades of Grey came out, I have noticed a sharp uptick in hunks in suits.

I told you so

MMM 164: Spring is almost here, right? RIGHT!?

Today’s MMM is brought to you by excellent retorts:

Here, have a gif.

F for F-fort

Here’s some bullshit I thought was funny for you to ignore while you talk about being angry about pirates buggering each other on a teevee show or something in the comments. Enjoy!
 

 

 

 
You should actually pay attention to this because this band kicks ass.
 

 
Oh, and these guys, too.
 

Yes it is

Big Boob Friday

Good day, miscreants. I was just thinking to myself, ‘MJ, you know what this shithole dump needs? Boobs, and lots of them.’ Good thing it’s Friday, my groovy tuckers. You’re in luck.

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But first things second. I wrote this song whilst Eddie Vetter and I were taking our pitbulls for a walk through a loverly Seattle park. We saw a pack of wild hippies and our snarling, wild beasts were hungry. I looked at him and said, ‘drop the leash my good man, your pooch looks absolutely famished!.’ And he did. Fin.

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Today’s model was a subject of great debate this morning. GND says that this chick isn’t fat, but that she’s a little hippy. I think she’s a big girl, with big girl features. Anyhoo, her god given, not made up name is Carlotta Champagne. She stands 5’6″ and graduated from the same college as GND. No shit, I’m not kidding. Please stop sacrificing virgins at your Scott Walker altar long enough to welcome….a fat chick.

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Scott Walker–A Pictorial Retrospective

 

 

Governor Walker returns from a business trip.

Governor Walker attends the Brewers home opener in 2014.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to a more musical edition of Hunky Hump Day.

Mr. RFH and I went to a Gordon Lightfoot concert last night. I’ll admit, I hadn’t kept up with his career lately, but I can sing along with his hits from the 60’s and 70’s. The running joke between Mr. RFH and me on any Gordon Lightfoot song is “Good song, turn it up”, which makes for some windows shakin’ when I play the Gord’s Gold album in the car.

My sister-in-law saw him in concert a year ago and sort of warned us that he can’t hit the high notes like he used to. I expected older but not quite so…frail. Wikipedia details his serious health problems, including a ruptured aortic aneurysm, a coma, and a tracheotomy. But by golly, he showed us why he’s in the Songwriters Hall of Fame, why dozens of artists cover his songs, and why at 76 he can still fill a concert hall.

No it’s not