Good morning, and welcome to the “may I have a vacation to recover from my vacation” edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started. Song cheerfully stolen from someone’s page this week. I saved the youtube link but don’t remember who posted it first.
Now for the hunks.
Yesterday’s birthday boy Tim Rozen, Doc Holliday in “Wynonna Earp”.
Quick replacement – the original was a fake redhead but looked too much like Beto.
Tats.
Looks like Colorado.
Sometimes the guys are cute enough I forget the posing, other times I look at this and think “hope your Right Guard is working”.
I like this one because he looks real.
That’s all I’ve got for today. Thank you for your attention, thanks to Pirate’s Cove for the linky love every week, and y’all have a good day.
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The category 4/10 Would Still Smash made me laugh.
Why did Oso need a reference to buy a car?
Yeah, I can’t recall ever needing a reference. The dealers were running a credit check while we were on the test drives.
I didn’t know Scot Peterson had cowered for 48 minutes.
Wakey wakey
Trump just read FDR’s prayer to Almighty God for the troops. Dem heads must be exploding everywhere.
FDR would be a Republican by today’s standards. And a pretty solid one, sadly.
This is adorable.
https://tinyurl.com/y6c2so3u
Good dad.
Hope you have a better day today, BroCav.
I probably have better days than it sounds like, I just come off all gloomy Gus all the time. Not one of my more endearing qualities, to be certain. Something I gotta work on.
I’ve never knowingly given a reference to buy a car either. Come to think of it, I’ve only ever bought 2 cars new from dealers in my life. Three if you count a Ford Escort I bought under my brother’s involvement with Ford Aerospace but the price was all prearranged and it was just a matter of signing papers and putting money down. The only dealer experience I hated was when I bought my Pathfinder in MO. The guys on duty fit every stereotype of an oily salesman. Lesson learned. Guy I bought my Toyota from was normal, didn’t try to upsell anything.
Holy crap. I’ve been reading an article about ACL repairs that includes a lot of bells and whistles. For his repairs, this guy uses a combination of cadaver allograft wrapped in amnion augmented with a so called InternalBrace (thick suture to reinforce graft) AND uses bone marrow aspirate mixed with DBM (demineralized bone matrix). For what all that costs I could probably buy a new truck. Just seems like he’s trying everything under the sun to make it extra better. Perhaps it will become the new standard, who knows?
Here if anyone is inclined to give a shit
https://www.arthroscopytechniques.org/article/S2212-6287(19)30027-1/fulltext
I just skimmed it and looked at the pictures.
Why would I want to look at Arthur?
My Arthuroscopy joke killed this one early.
last dude has a small head
Grabs a torch, heads to Leon’s house.
I figured everyone was off reading the article
Good luck trying to start anything on fire in Michigan, Mare. Whatever the opposite of a drought is, we’re in it.
…
I checked, there are no direct antonyms for drought in English. Seems like a serious linguistic gap.
I really need to work on my omelet game. My omelets usually come out like an egg & cheese scramble. I know, probably flipping too early, but my attempts to be patient never seem to work out.
In German I think you could say “befeuchtzeit” and most people would get what you mean.
Jimbro, the key is to look for dry edges, then lid the pan for a full 30 seconds when you see them to cook the top, then add cheese, then fold.
You want the cheese to melt in the omelet, not cook and melt. That’s where the mess comes from.
I’ll try that next time. We have one pan with a lid, the lid for my preferred egg pan broke a while ago and I’m too cheap to buy a new one. Visiting my mom to get a good omelet or poached eggs isn’t always convenient. She is the master of the poached egg.
Finally getting rain hereabouts! It’s been pretty dry the last many weeks and we could use it. Supposed to be kinda story over the weekend, too.
When you’re down and don’t think you’re doing okay, check out this POS father:
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
Brilliant!
https://twitter.com/yiqinfu/status/1133215940936650754
Wow. What if she left that behind?
I turn on the oven broiler on low and cook the top of the omelet before the fold. Mrs. Pupster has a thing about eggs that have not been cooked until they are browned and zero moisture. You need a skillet that is oven safe.
Doesn’t matter. Once you fucked six midgets, you’ll always be the girl who fucked six midgets.
Wow. What if she left that behind?
Statistically, she can’t. If she’s somehow the exception to that rule, shouldn’t you still be permitted an honest conversation about the midget blowing?
Even if she’s left it behind, it’s still out there. As someone on Twitter put it, “What happens a decade from now when your son comes home from school crying, because the kids found the videos his mom made and are taunting him for it?”
Life choices have consequences that don’t always affect only the ones making them.
I hate browned eggs. Nasty flavor. I saw some famous chef writing about how to create the greatest fried eggs ‘with crispy edges’ and I recoiled. Why would I want to do that. Senseless.
That avalanche video is grounds for divorce. Or murder/ divorce. Kill him and divorce the corpse.
Sin and virtue both expand far beyond the individual, no matter how small the particular act may seem.
If you murder him, you don’t get to use family court to rape every paycheck for the rest of his life, Laura.
Not saying the former wouldn’t satisfy, but the latter is more lucrative.
Hopefully the dad went full Darwin Award and the wife and kids escaped.
How small… -is that some midget snark? That’s mean, man.
So, now we should proactively seek out all evidence of somebody else’s past?
Controlled Avalanche – what a fucktard. He sounded French.
99% of the eggs I eat are pan fried, dead yolk made by Paula who is like lightning for making breakfast sandwiches. I swear, she asks me if I want breakfast, and by the time I’ve let the dogs in and refilled my coffee cup it’s waiting for me. Ain’t no way I’m messing with that.
So, now we should proactively seek out all evidence of somebody else’s past?
You sound like a man who did all his dating before sex could give you likely-fatal permanent infection, or one that would render you infertile for life.
Doing porn is up there with having massive debt or a criminal record: something that should be disclosed early enough in the relationship that the other person has a chance to decide how much it matters before they become too emotionally invested.
Y’all know that clip was the first scene of a movie, right?
What if it was doing porn to settle massive debt?
Comment by Jimbro on June 5, 2019 11:06 am
What if it was doing porn to settle massive debt?
Listen, man. I was young, it was college, and how was I to know that the bookie worked for the Mob?
What if it was doing porn to settle massive debt?
RUN LIKE HELL.
*Watches avalanche clip. *
OMG.
*trying to decide if murder and be done with it would be better than taking all his shit for the rest of his miserable life*
*if he would get anything other than supervised visits, murder it is*
How small… -is that some midget snark? That’s mean, man.
Midgets get jobs just being midgets, short guys get shafted everywhere and always.
Fuck midgets.
Not, like, have sex with them, but those guys deserve the short end of the stick.
those guys deserve the short end of the stick.
Call in MJ.
Last week I was in a crunch to finish a blanket for nephew’s wife baby shower for this past weekend. Which I’m still not finished with. Only have to put on a border and will send it on.
This week I’ve been spending much needed time in the garden — to clean it out, plant the veggies, move other veggies that sprouted their own selves, and to pot about a dozen maple trees from the baby tree nursery that was happening in the front garden (husband wants to take some up to the farm). Also planted a peony root which I’m not sure is going to take.
Temperature outside has been tolerable for the most part….but will start climbing, today.
Bro Cavil, what movie?
*still ready to cut a bish*
Boston mayor referencing Gay Pride…”This is a special week that represents Boston’s values of love and inclusion, which are unwavering…”
But won’t say if Hetero Pride will get their permit.
^longer clip. Basically this is what the movie is about . What do you do after this?
”
Director Ruben Östlund manages to strech his film for two hours, based on a single, devastating question: do we really know those we think we know? Many things are taken for granted in the relationship, important subjective matters are never mentioned, until a dreadful event that threats their lives confronts them with a disparity of reactions that triggers a cascade of doubts, quickly shared by others who find themselves unexpectedly involved. Östlund reveals an exquisite control of the environment, which accompanies the growing feeling of estrangement and coldness of the woman towards her husband.
The point is well made in the first hour and a half of the movie. The last scenes on the bus repeat a concept to show that this can happen to anyone. “
Should I take that comment down?
In my back garden (SYWM), I have a white lilac bush which I brought back from the brink. I originally had the husband plant it in the back of the yard, four years ago, but it didn’t do well there. So I had him move it to the garden nearer the house, where the dirt is much better. I gave it extra care and last year it stopped looking so sickly and began to take off. It bloomed twice last year. This year it came in so lush and had more blooms, it made me sing ttroy’s happy song. I love lilacs. I love milkweeds (their blooms smell similar to lilacs).
This lilac sits near a bush that is in the willow family…which really isn’t a problem. The problem is some other tree which keeps trying to grow in between, which I keep trying to cut back every year. Which I was going to get to after beasnette moved out and after the baby shower. Which I told the husband I was going to do, along with all the other gardening I had planned getting done.
This past Saturday, when I was driving up the side of the house to drop my MIL off at her door, we saw Mr. B. in the back garden with pruners. I’m thinking he’s finally getting in there and taking out that annoying tree thing that keeps going nuts between the willow and the lilac. I’m thinking, knowing Mr. B like I do, and noticing he’s not standing between the two bushes I want to keep, I better get out of the car and take a look.
WTF ON A STICK!! He was hacking out my lilac!! Srsly WTF?
“MR. B. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Other things were said and he is now permanently banned from doing anything in my gardens (SYWM) without my permission. He helped me plant that lilac so him saying he thought, with it’s expired lilac blooms still on it, that he thought it was the weed that kept intruding, is bullshit.
*breathes deep to calm down again*
I asked him why he didn’t just go fishing to stay out of trouble. I can’t even.
Östlund reveals an exquisite control of the environment, which accompanies the growing feeling of estrangement and coldness of the woman towards her husband.
Ya think?
*thinks about lilac* (this is not the first time something like this has happened)
Ya know, the other house is in a well-established neighborhood with lots of old trees, where the lawns come alive with wild violets every spring. It’s really quite lovely. The husband sent his weed guy over there to tackle the dandelion and other weeds, problem. I told the husband that it was too bad because I really liked those violets. He did not.
Weed guy made a note on his bill that he can’t do anything about the wild violets. YASSSSS!!
I had dug one up and put it in my front garden. Now I’m thinking I should dig up more and put them out in the yard.
Every year it’s a battle against rabbits and voles.
*adds husband to the list in the number two slot with rabbits at 1 *
Daughter said she saw a two foot black snake slither under our porch….which made me happy. Hopefully that is what is keeping the vole population under control….and maybe the rabbits which had gotten under there sometime early spring.
My pumpkin mound is sprouting nicely, but there’s a densely-populated woodchuck den within 20′. Not sure yet how that’s going to play out. I may have to go on a killing spree.
For you Outlander peoples, it is now being run on Netflix.
Daughter said she saw a two foot black snake slither under our porch….which made me happy.
Most women are happy with a big black snake in their garden.
I’m going to chickenwire the snot out of my front garden, starting with with the entire length of the front porch as soon as I’m sure all rabbits have exited the premises. The shits have been moving the rocks I placed to keep them out. These aren’t little rocks.
Windchimes, traps, and hunting are suggested for my case. Without a pond for drowning, the trap option becomes less appealing.
So many retorts to CoAlex but settles on pinching him instead.
Pepper spray might help too, but I don’t have any pepper plants, just old jars of trinidad scorpion salsa…
That’ll do.
Jon Hamm was in St. Louis for the Blues game this weekend. They pulled him out of the audience and was interviewing him about the Blues and his part on Mad Men.
Something he said made me turn to the husband to remark how they had to tell him to wear underpants to contain his trouser snake during poolside shoots.
Husband be like, ‘There you go, always talking about the schvantz, when he’s on teevee.’
It’s not any schvantz, it’s an anaconda. Most women would shy away from those kinds of snakes, no matter the color.
This is the second year in a row that I haven’t had to buy any petunias for the front garden. I’ve got a bunch coming up on their own again. WoOT!!
A friend once described dick sizes as, “insufficient, sufficient, and DEAR GOD GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!”
*surreptitiously adjusts codpiece*
HAHAHA!
Not to brag, but Stella is in the phase where she just follows me everywhere around the house. It always makes me feel bad about moving.
Question for any handymen or handsy women: I have a single board in my garage that is bowing up at the end, right as you enter the garage. It’s a major trip hazard and I’d like to fix it. It’s a post and beam construction and that board runs all the way back under the stairs to the second floor attic so replacing it would be a beyotch. I’m thinking it can be nailed back down or even screwed with a washer on top of the screw. Any thoughts?
Well, this makes me sick:
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js
jimbro, nails will just pop back out over time. Less chance of that happening with a screw?
Miley is a whore. I wonder how many of her own she killed in her weed induced stupor.
And our politicians make me sick with them funding eugenics with our hard earned money. Fuckers.
House passes an amnesty bill. leon, your boy Upton voted for it:
https://dailycaller.com/2019/06/04/house-mass-amnesty-bill-immigrants/
I’d go with a screw too, jimbro. Is there something underneath to screw it too? If not a short board spanning a couple boards on each side should draw it down.
Or you can just sand off/plane off the lip.
Do what your mom would do. Screw the shit out of it.
Yes, Upton is shit. I’m still pissed at him over light bulbs and expect little from him.
Northern Gardeners in the winter
Haha, just saw a facedouche video on Extreme Tazer Ball. Yes, it’s what you think!
Movie is called “Force Majure”, it’s some eurotrash dramedy. Said incident pretty much informs most of the rest of the film.
Naturally, Hollywood wants to do a remake. /spits
Screw it is. It’s held down with nails across the entire garage but for some reason this one popped up. There’s another one just starting to rise on one side and I’ll probably get that taken care of at the same time. After screwing it I’ll plane it if needed.
Given the number of times I’ve ever planed anything not made of bone it’ll be a rental. Hopefully the screws do the job
Queen Elizabeth in her speech at Portsmouth today said that some people didn’t expect her to make another D-Day anniversary after she celebrated the 60th. In other words, “I’m still here, bitches.”
In other words, “I’m going to outlive my wanker of a son if it kills me.”
The comments on the video are not kind to the Bacon Lady.
In other words, “I’m going to outlive my wanker of a son if it kills me.”
Fine with me. I respect Queen Elizabeth, the rest of the royal family is a testament to what happens when the family tree doesn’t fork enough.
It wouldn’t surprise me if Lizzy had given orders that Prince Fredo wasn’t to be touched while she was still alive…
No, of course not. I just thought it was funny.
I had some covfefe, black, late this morning. I’m starting to deflate.
Can’t do a snooze as I need to go help Mr. B. put up a mirror and snip some wire shelves. Oy.
My BP must be back to normal. Nearly dozed off several times so far today.
I need to tell him to spend some time with his mom. She’s having a weepy day. I’m not any good with the weepies. Something she has always been. Pops used to be able to talk her down – half the time by telling her to knock it off.
I’d have her come up here to watch television, so she wouldn’t be lonely, but my housekeeping would drive her up the wall. Yes, she would either start rearranging things immediately, and/or would start berating me to her son.
Since Pops has died, her other son only comes maybe once a month.
You only ever need to plant one violet, beasn.
Leon, you could also build a box to put your woodchuck trap in, and pipe your car exhaust to it.
The one violet is doing fine in my garden. I need to place one or two more were the husband won’t notice until it’s too late.
MWAHAHAHA!
The war is on motherf*cker!
(I say that half in dramatic jest as I have never called him a motherf*cker in anger.)
…where…
little block plane is cheap, jimbro:
https://www.lowes.com/pd/kobalt-3-in-small-trimming-plane/4062649?cm_mmc=shp-_-c-_-prd-_-tol-_-google-_-lia-_-216-_-handsaws-_-4062649-_-0&kpid&store_code=2503&k_clickID=go_1736136440_70610457809_338438084593_aud-299487635210:pla-636561145192_c_9017957&gclid=CjwKCAjw0N3nBRBvEiwAHMwvNv9oZEvkT3BBHcH1Sx8OM1V8a_SiUMExku33OsAPi5SP5DZHkmymdxoC73sQAvD_BwE
Leon, you could also build a box to put your woodchuck trap in, and pipe your car exhaust to it.
Plausible. Depends on whether I can find any recipes.
Or someone around will have a belt sander. It’s a garage floor, no worries.
Hey, sweet, I don’t even need a hunting license.
Low and slow, leon. Not by flamethrower.
Yeah, the old man had a bunch of planes we used to play with as kids on scrap wood. We’d “officially” use them to make our Pinewood Derby cars. No idea where they ended up. Maybe my older brother has them.
I read about the engine-exhaust method of dispatching pest animals in a gardening book.
Just noodling around in the internet, it looks like some people pipe the exhaust right to the woodchuck tunnels. There’s a kit and everything.
Run your car exhaust down the hole.
Welp, great minds and all that.
Sculpt some plastic explosives to look like Mister Woodchuck’s friends: Mister Squirrel, Mister Rabbit, and Senior Gopher.
SHUT UP, CARL!
You have to find all the holes to the burrow for gas attacks.
Put a log or a stump near the burrows, but within a good firing range from the house. Little jerks like to stand up on a stump and look around. That’s when you plug ’em.
Woodchucks never stop digging.
They can also become very stealthy when they realize they are being hunted.
2nd floor window was their downfall.
killin’ kilt it
I remember one time when I got so excited to take a clear shot at Fat Bastard that I forgot to open the storm window.
Second story windows work great because the fuckers never look up. As long as you can get the window open silently, they’re goners.
It was weird. In addition to the credit check, they asked for references. Dan has excellent credit. 4th Nissan we’ve owned. First time from the dealership by our Condo. We did buy the car tracking/theft dealio. The manual/standard transmission has always been our theft deterrent.
Trunk monkey.
You need that.
I’d forgotten about Trunk Monkey. Thanks, ScotW
I’d forgotten about Fat Bastard.
I’d forgotten about wiserbud. But not wiser.
Made it to Atlanta.
Seen on Facebook:
Isn’t a straight pride parade just the drive through line at Chick-Fil-A ?
Isn’t a straight pride parade just the drive through line at Chick-Fil-A ?
I’ll be stealing that shit at the appropriate time. Maybe even the inappropriate time. Who really gives a fuck??
True Story, gay dudes I work with LOVE H8CHKN. Lesbos and trannies…not so much. My new boss is transitioning. Ruined her gay marriage. She’s from TX. If Whataburger took a stand, she would starve. She’s pretty close to changing pronouns. Her next PTO makes her transition complete. Right now, she’s just a chick with a mustache and no tits. Someone someone cough.
Lew Wallace once had a quote about NM. Pepe knows. Most of y’all live around regular Americans in normal states. I live in NM. I KNOW I LIVE IN THE CAR THEFT CAPITAL OF THE US. I don’t know why we need references at the dealership. I’m related to one of the biggest dealers in NM. We don’t buy Jeep or Chevrolet. ScotW making fun of all my cousins is pretty freaking funny.
My GOPer Family in business never give family discounts. Ever.
Despite everything, Ralph persevered.
Oso, did you get a new car? You lucky pup.