MMM 129: running late

5 weeks of this crap, now. One drug or another — sometimes several — every damn day. It will never end, I will never ever feel better, and I pray for an end to whatever seasonal hell created this. Early death or early Winter, I’m not picky.

Uno.

Sleepy Sunday

Gotta help out at a bake sale soon, so let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
Diet Dr. Pepper for Sean!

Penn & Teller get it

I’ve seen Penn & Teller live a couple of times.  I actually had a really nice chat with Teller during intermission when I saw them on Broadway.  I’m also a huge fan of their Showtime series, “Bullshit.”  If you haven’tt seen it, get thee to youtube and check them out.  I’m particularly fond of their Environmental “Bullshit” episode.

You may agree or disagree with Penn (the more politically vocal of the pair) but you cannot deny that these guys “get it.”

And have the balls to do this.. every night, in Las Vegas, as a part of their show.

Love it.

Big Blonde Boob Friday

Hello, and welcome to another addition of Big Boob Friday, a modern day oasis in the grind that is the life of Pupster.

Navy Seals Parachute Team, The Leap Frogs, catch a baseball game.

Your model for today has a penchant for selfies and was born fairly recently in Cape Town, South Africa. She stands 5’4″ tall and sports some amazing 38G size honkers. Please stop destroying incriminating emails long enough to welcome Miss Irene Nell!

Beating a Dead Horse

Compare and contrast my little babies. On the one hand we have a sport where the players receive scores based on their diving ability (the Russian judge can’t be trusted), and on the other the players literally pick their teeth out and continue playing.

In our first C and C, let’s take a look at the fighting style of these sports:

Will you go to the prom with me?

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Ice fighting. Sounds pretty badass, non?

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I feel a little bad about following up GOOOOOOOOOO away! with an HHD of soccer players, but I don’t think Sean waits breathlessly for HHD anyway. Sorry this is late, but I was at a work function last night until pretty late. This was going through my head (NSFW unless you have headphones).

I am not following the World Cup games; I just know there was some smack talk about this guy on Faceplant.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO away

So, apparently a bunch of smelly foreigners and several of our less talented athletes have gathered down in some third-world hellhole for some bullshit soccer tournament called the World Cup. Which is so ridiculously backward and stupid that it doesn’t even include an actual, you know, cup.

Unlike the Stanley Cup, you can’t drink anything out of this piece of shit.

This completely boring and worthless spectacle rolls around every four years, accompanied by articles like this one about how we as Americans should love soccer. I’ll let Hank Hill explain why that’s bullshit:

MMM 128: two to the seventh

No deep — or shallow, really — thoughts to share this week, other than my deep and abiding appreciation for whoever developed pseudo-ephedrine. I also have a pretty good mean on for the people denying me access to real ephedra. I should try to grow some Mormon Tea.

Let’s start with the black and white today. Change of pace.

Check your privilege

This just said H2 to me.

Good morning.

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