Merry Ho Ho, Peeps. The time has finally come! The big reveal!
Just like you like it on Saturdays: irrelevant and essentially content free.
Completely OT:
Good morning. We’re getting pretty close to x-mas. Squeeeeeeel!!
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I wrote this song because it’s the first day of winter, and it’s time to break up with the republican party. “you are a china shop, and I am a bull.. you are really good food, but I am full.”
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I can’t remember if today’s model has been featured on this POS blog, but my guess is that she probably has. Stacey Poole is from a place where they say, ‘Happy Christmas,’ which makes them bloody nutters that are always cocking things up. Equatorial Guinea!!!!!!!! Stacey received a 34-G on her spelling test, which makes her a trollop that deserves to have the piss taken out of her. Please welcome, the one and only…I’ve already said her name so whatever.
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Good morning. Between a deadline at work and getting ready for Christmas, I’m a little squeezed for time. Let’s get moving.
Oh. I thought you were awake. Light under the door and all that.
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Now with more ass, and less assholes.
Every man likes a nice set of bewbs. But the more discerning among us realize that true beauty comes from a woman having a great ass. Butts can be big or petite, well rounded, or heart shaped. They can be a little hippy, or or like a bubble. There’s no one right butt. They can be nekkid, covered in lace, latex or denim or even granny panties. A good bum is a thing of beauty, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I’d love to beholdin’ her butt.
For our inaugural butt, let’s start with a longtime favorite of mine, Shakira. She can’t sing, and I can’t understand a word she says, but in the immortal words of Detective Vincent Hanna,* “She’s got a great ASS!”
Greetings Hostages and lurkers (WTF is wrong with you?), and welcome to Monday, December 17. Christmas is sorta soon, so you should probably plan to shop soon. Well, eventually. I mean, you’ve got a little more than a week, so really, you could probably put it off a little longer. Why rush now what you could put off and rush later. I’m gonna, but mostly because I’ve started to really detest Giftmas.
I love Christmas, please don’t misunderstand me, I just hate the weird gift-giving traditions that have become attached to it. In my family, at least, it’s become an annual exchange of useless tokens or gift cards. I’ve also become something of a Grinch about all the Christmas specials and traditions that are wholly secular, like Frosty or Rudolph, or even Santa, really. Baby Jesus or GTFO, pretty much (that feels wrong to write, but I can’t be more succinct). Linus, though, Linus is the man. You know the speech, you’ve heard it. The older I get, the more I see that true part of the holiday fading (holiday = Holy Day, get it?), and the ascension of the Hallmark Giftmas version. Makes me kinda sick.
*sigh*
Now, moving on to happier things.
Curls are happier, right?
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