February, the alleged “Shortest Month”, is dragging this year. February of 2020 even has an extra day. The walls are closing in. Cabin Fever. Which is like Jungle Fever. Just whiter. And with flannel and fleece rather than loincloths and animal prints. Winter has really not been that bad this time around the sun. We’ve had a few big storms and the ground has been covered with snow for weeks. But other than a few day stretch a few weeks back it hasn’t been bitter cold all that often. With the days getting longer and the snow melting here and here on the field spring can’t be too far behind. March is a long hill to climb and we always get whacked with a good storm sometime during the month.
David Roback, the founding member of Mazzy Star just passed away. I had the CD this song was on and played it often when it was released. One of those songs you either love or think is total shite. https://genius.com/Mazzy-star-fade-into-you-lyrics
Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Do we like classics, yes, we do.
Now for the hunks. I said Gil Gerard was due for an HHD feature.
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This is a megalithic site in modern France, in the Brittany region (northwest), consisting of menhirs (standing stones). There are a number of myths about the site, but all date from much later than its estimated construction (4500-3700BC).
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a tasty meal, easy to prepare, with or without an actual recipe”.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, grind up cows into beef, work all day in the kitchen, chop up vegetables, make supper, then go to town and get the things they forgot for the recipe.”
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle up a loaf pan and yet gentle enough to finely mince assorted vegetables; somebody to consider adding some hog meat, tame cantankerous cooking times, come home hungry, have to wait on lunch until his wife’s done fixing the sides, then tell the kids they’re going to eat this meal like it or not — and mean it”
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with indigestion, and feel like he’s gonna die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next time I make it I’ll be able to digest it.’ I need somebody who can shape a toothpick from a persimmon sprout, wash a pan with a hunk of car tire, who can make leftovers out of haywire, feed sacks, shoe scraps and gravy; who, football time and playoff season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from La-Z-Boy recliner back, put in another seventy-two hours of sports gambling”
So God Made A Meatloaf (with apologies to Paul Harvey and the FFA)
Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started. (inspired by Forgedrite showing up)
I needed to get a haircut like a month ago, so I’m getting desperate now.
Now for the hunks. I got distracted by the mothership’s “who dis”, Daniel Litman.
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