MMM 213: Up too late to do words

Monday.  LEAP DAY!  I still work at that place, might get to leave someday and do something else.

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Who Gives A Rat’s Ass About The Oscars?

First, a little song I wrote when I lived in Arizona. Who the hell knows what it’s about. Between the tequila and mushrooms it all made sense when I wrote down the lyrics on some whore’s back. Now we just need to find her since she’s the key to the whole thing.

Because it is Saturday

BBF

Greetings Mates, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

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This song is depressing as fuck, please remove all sharp objects from immediate reach.

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Your model for today was born on December 28th, 1991 in Swindon, Wiltshire, England, she stands 5′ 4″ and 122lbs, 34G-25-35. Please stop buying Pupster drinks long enough to welcome, Miss Jo Paul (aka Jo, aka Jocelyn)!

Who’s Country Is This? Our Country!

Over the years I’ve come to appreciate a little country music. Some might call it a survival mechanism considering it’s what Paula prefers to listen to. George Strait’s “All my ex’s …” is on seemingly every time I ride in her Jeep on the Sirius radio.

Someone Had To Do It

I’m not sure what all happened to the Hostagettes today but a tradition is a  tradition.

When Kumbayas take over the world … we’re fucked.

Update:

Kitchen Wire

Meet Jim Houser

b.1973 Philadelphia

MMM 212: Light at the end of the tunnel

It’s probably just the front end of the train, but I can see it.

Handstand.

Saturday Imgur/Tumblr Dump

These are all taken from Imgur, Tushar will have to come up with some new material.