You Have Cold Weather and I Don’t

Happy Easter

Too bad Carin’s chickens ruined it.

You could learn something

Big Boob Friday

Hi there, frog eaters. I guess its a holiday weekend, so lets just get this part out of the way…Thank you Jesus and God or whatever for making chicks with big, fluffy, bouncy, perky tits. I’d also like to thank you for girls that don’t fit the title of this post. I dig girls of all types and truth be told, I’d probably choose fit girls over curvy any day. Just not mannish, like Leon’s trannies. Amen. PS, vagina is awesome too! Thanks for that!!!

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True Story: My friend Tony and I were at a show featuring about 15 bands, all of totally different genres. We were wandering through the Cuban Club basement (Will clapping politely, Tony chugging a beer in the foreground, and MJ with a mullet FUBAR) to get a drink and happened to run across The Pack AD. I looked over from the bar and saw two grungy girls blowing the room away. We ended staying there for the rest of the show and bought the band–Becky and Maya–a beer afterward. They gave us a signed album. An actual album, made of pressed vinyl. I would have tried to get in Becky Black’s pants, but I was in love or something stoopid like that. Love sucks. I LOVE YOU BECKY BLACK!!!!!!

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This week’s model is blonde, so I don’t give a shit about her. Please give a lukewarm welcome for Jess Davies. She has natural boobs and blah blah blah, something something something. Jergens.

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Psych

Love Boat

Almost East’ Bunny Time

HHD – 2013 Summer Movies Edition

Roamy sent me an IM to my Prodigy account late last night asking if I could thow the HHD together as she was still under observation after a slight mishap involving a hammock, a sex toy, seven bomb pops, a feather boa, and the Blu-Ray of Magic Mike, but I promised that I wouldn’t get into specifics.

For the ladies, let the yummy begin… you’re welcome.

For the dudes, the links lead to the trailers… you’re welcome.

The Lone Ranger, Arnie Hammer is The Lone Ranger:

Everyone Needs More Shatner!

When I was a youngster watching TV in the ’70’s I LOVED Star Trek. I used that as a springboard into sci-fi books by Heinlein, Hogan, Anderson, Bradbury, etc.

In my 10 yr old mind I realized that the Space Academy PROBABLY wouldn’t be operational by the time I went to college, so I figured the Air Force Academy would have to do. Heck, by the time I was a Captain I figured I’d be teaching at our new orbital Academy and I was cool with that. It would be nice to take a break from the grueling schedule of being a shuttle pilot.

Fast forward 30 years and I’m flying fucking 1960’s technology (Boeing 737) from Chicago to Des Moines. Fuck You, Star Trek!

Back to the point of the post.

I’ve always admired Shatner’s ability to walk the razor’s edge between seriousness and self-parody. Shatner’s early musical stylings were perhaps a bit ahead of their time:

Muscular Monday Motivation

Greetings, fellow survivors of the weekend. Monday is once more upon us, and I know y’all are just bursting with joy at the thought of it.

Brevity this week. Have some photos.

Tools. She has them.