Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I’m writing this during another tornado watch, so I will be brief with the patter. Let’s get moving with a little Bob Seger. This isn’t my favorite by him, but it’s a good one for the clock radio.
Thank you to Osita for our starter today.
So….Senator Diaz-Whatever thinks the immigration reform will pass soon because he’s been shopping it around Capitol Hill and everyone has a real case of the smiley-likes over it.
STATUS—-DOA. This is bullshit of the highest level. There is no way that it will go through and quite frankly, the only reason anyone is making any noise about it at all is because there is giant wave of pain coming in the midterms. After that, Boehner will never get enough squishes to vote with DemocRats on immigration reform. It’s now or never so they’re playing the ‘inevitable’ game. Continue reading
But that was a Barely Legal lifetime ago. Here are some pictures from the MMM binders.
This is what squat booty and thighs look like in a dress. I’m a fan.
For those of you now enjoying the many blessing of church or a massive hangover…Cyn is hiring?
My belly isn’t going to rub itself.
Hello, and welcome to another addition of Big Boob Friday.
Redheads, boobs, and girls in glasses make me happy happy happy . Sometimes music does, too.
If I could be serious for a moment, I want you guys to know that driving the boob bus on Fridays is the best job ever.
Your model for today was born in Columbia, South Carolina on January 23rd, 1992. At 5’1″ and 105 pounds, she measures 32-27-35 and wears a sporty GG cup which I’m guessing stands for great god almighty look at those things. Please stop gerrymandering your district long enough to welcome Miss Tessa Fowler!
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Did anyone hear a squishy sound when I pushed the previous poat down? Never mind, it’s a new day, so let’s get moving with a little Bad Company.
To start off, a classic cowboy in jeans.
Oso says that we should all just shut our whore mouths, and not comment on the fact that her worse half pickles his own eggs. Don’t think so, Oso. Don’t think so.
Mr Oso, (if that’s even his real name) is going to enter the annals and athol of history as a category on our sidebar. See if you can spot it.
Mmmmm delicious looking, non? Tasty orbs of gelatinous goo floating around in some sort of red peppery sauce.
Did you know that he also wrote a cookbook? Well he did.