That Precise Moment…

Just some assorted pics…

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day, sponsored by earworm songs.

Mini-me and I visited my dad and stepmom earlier this month. Dad needed a gentle reminder that not all programming is suitable for 11-year-olds (he was watching “There’s Something About Mary”), so he ended up leaving the TV on Encore Western most of the weekend. Amongst the offerings was “The Gambler Returns: The Luck of the Draw”, starring a sometimes shirtless Rick Rossovich.

Different movie, hush. I couldn’t find any screengrabs of the movie I saw, or I would have put one up for sure.
Is it just me, or does he look like Hotspur here?

What you need

And this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSME53nL8tg

Muskuläre Motivations Montag

Guten tag, wilkommen!

I’ve been spending a ton of time working on my Spanish lately over at DuoLingo, and I must say, I really miss German. My Spanish is still appalling, but it’s slowly getting better. I was going to title the poat en Espanol, but it translates to something like muscular lunes de motivación, which lacks all of the usual MMM alliterative charm. Oh well, I’m going to keep working at that and eventually get back to chemistry. I’ve exhausted all of what Khan Academy has on chemistry at the moment, so I’m down to just books and static web pages at this point.

Book-wise, I’m about 2/3^rds of the way through a bit of pop science journalism on DIY biology called BioPunk, after which I’m planning to move on to Nassim Taleb’s newest book Antifragile, which I’m really looking forward to. Why do I do this? I honestly don’t know. I can barely stand to read or watch fiction anymore, and the real world is presently in a state where watching too closely is stressful and naught else. Learning useful things, lifting, and cooking are about all I even remotely enjoy these days as pastimes. Most of my non-fake innernet friends are leftarded anymore, and the one that isn’t is a frequently-obnoxious misanthrope, so I’ve pretty much got my wife and you guys.

Okay, enough introspection. Picture time. How ’bout we start with a nice snatch?

XBrad Was Too Lazy To Poat…

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

Yer Welcome.

Saturday Evening Pole

The old poat was getting stinky, so let’s have a new one!

Your dad used his iPad to forward me several racist jokes and to tell me that he likes this song because it reminds him of your mom.

Now, for the main event: It’s Boy vs. Ladyboy in The World Series of Pole!

Self-Defense

Earlier, there was some mockery directed at me for failing to recognize wiserbud’s, ahem, wit.  In my defense, please permit me to present the following case, which can be summarized in five words, thusly:  It would explain a lot.

Oso mentioned that no one would come out with a picture of Carmen Miranda.  (A) I didn’t know who it was; (2) Rosetta totally would; and (iii) I thought the point of that picture was that that’s how Rosetta, being gay, sees women.  I mean, have you ever seen one of Rosetta’s BBFs?  If not, here’s an illustration.

Top to bottom: BBF chick, Rosetta

I ask you: what’s more surprising, that the creator of a Kerry Marie BBF is gay, or that he isn’t?

Quod erat demonstrandum.

And in conclusion:  wiser, I pure hate you.

Big Boob Friday™

HI RICH! And welcome to the weekend.

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I wrote this song for Eric Clapton way back in 2002. He wanted to bang his best friend’s wife, so I cleverly told him, “hey, why don’t we sit down and write a song about her but change the name of the subject so George won’t get it? Then you can take the old skin boat to tuna town without anyone knowing.” Eric replied, “pip, pip Cheerio.” He’s from England, and that’s how they talk over there. Anyway, everything turned out perfectly. George fell out of a window in Brazil and then Eric wrote a really famous song about him and made a lot of money from it. The song was called Cocaine.

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Today’s model works in Hollywood making movies for such directors  as Steven Spielberg, Quentin Tarantino, and Martin Scorsese. She has a curious habit of only working with women, and appears to be very, very hungry for tacos. Please put your hands together for this year’s Academy Award nominee for best O face…..Layla Rose!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bootytime!

I wrote this song while riding your mom like a John Deere lawn tractor:

Yes, Mare, your butt is still  there.

BUMPED: I, ROSETTA, am a proud gay man [ALERT! THIS IS A JOKE POST!!]

[Rosetta left an unused post in draft.  In case you didn’t realize it, no matter who completes the post, the person who originally created it is tagged as the author of that post.  So I, wiserbud, took Rosetta’s unused draft post and wrote the following.]

You may have noticed my absence in the past few months.  [JOKE ALERT:  NO ONE NOTICED OR CARED!!]

You may have assumed it is because of the changes I have experienced over the last 12 to 18 months, such as having a son and moving to a new home. [USE OF COMMONLY KNOWN FACTS ABOUT TARGET OF JOKE TO ESTABLISH “BONA FIDES” OF “AUTHOR” IN ORDER TO SET UP JOKE!!]

Well, that is not the only change that I have experienced recently. [SETUP!!  GET READY…  HERE COMES THE JOKE!!!]