Big Boob Friday

Well hey there. Pupster is behind enemy lines in the exotic land of Canadia so you’re going to have to put up with me for this week. You’re welcome in advance.

I wrote this song whilst thinking about Cyn. If you get a chance, skip to 32:54 and 53:10 for other really good songs that you’ll hate and make fun of me for liking.

Today’s model is a tremendous pick for BBF. Probably one of my best choices ever. You’ll never be tired of winning with the loverly Miss Danielle Riley!!!!!!!!ELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Weekend Good Boy

 

 

Hi MJ. Hope you’re enjoying KBILLY’s Super Sounds of the 70’s Weekend.

Hi Sean. I am enjoying a bit of fine music this morning, but alas, none of it is from the 70s.

Alt-J

One of those bands that you can instantly place. Say you’re shopping for a meat ager for your dicks, and you hear something cool in the background. Probably Alt-J. The second side (starts with Deadcrush) is one of the best I’ve heard in a really long time. I think you’ll like it.

Donald Tecumseh Sherman

I think its pretty easy to equate Trump with Andrew Jackson, and he’s done quite a bit to feed those comparisons. But he strikes me more as William Tecumseh Sherman than Jackson in the way he fights.

I have yet to see any politician with the will to defy the powers that claim to be.

 

Sherman’s quotes, Vol IX second edition subtitled, ‘Sound Like Anyone We Know, Bitch Faces?’

“If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.”

“I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.”

“I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.”

“You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.”

“I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.”

Thursday New Poat

Good morning boys and girls and xbrads.

Here’s a fresh poat for everyone.

Scott and LauraW continue their vacation. Beasn continues the home improvement project from hell.

After five years out I’ve started to get recruitment letters asking me if I want to apply for a commission in the Army Reserve. They must be truly desperate for people.

Leon is busy denouncing the moral degredation of today’s youth.  Car in, meanwhile, has had enough of your shit.  Perhaps she shouldn’t have sent Ethan to Jimbro to get his surgery.  MJ’s busy trying to keep the spice in his marriage.

Wait… where the fuck is Xbrad?

Mare needs a little encouragement some mornings.

Shhhh… it’s going to be ok, Pupster.

Should we organize a 21-rep salute?

And now, some music:

This pretty much sums up how I feel most days. But then I realize that I have you assholes as my fake internet friends, and everything is going to be alright.

This one’s just plain fun. As is this one.

Go forth and take on the world. Remember, it’s Thursday night, so celebrate.

Coming to Get You

Awwww, yeah.

So excited to see Hostage and IB buddies. SOON.

The rest of this shitty post will consist of pleasant pictures. Because it’s gentle on the brain, and that is what we all need on Tuesday.

 

 

 

 

 

That last pic came up randomly in the search for ‘plasant picture.’ I swear.

Memorial Day

Remembering those who died in defense of all we love and cherish…

including my uncle Carl, KIA August 1944 in France.

It’s also Mini-me’s birthday.
Y’all have a good day.

Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo

That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.

So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.

The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.

So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’

Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.

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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!

Freedom of Speech Thursday

Tell us what you really think. As long as it conforms to  the standards of polite society. And you remain in this designated square.

How about you bugger off with your conditions?

I read a post at a blog called The Daily Gouge Wednesday night…seemed to cover a lot of the same stuff I am in this one, only better than this POS.  http://www.thedailygouge.com/ It’s updated a few times per week, you want the Wednesday April 26th edition, either on the front page or the archive up top.

Tuesday Random Crap

I went to a blacksmithing class on Sunday.  It was a letter opener class, and there were only three of us there, which was nice because it made the class fairly leisurely.  The instructor showed us the basics of the project, and then turned us loose in the forge while she walked around and offered comments and suggestions.  This was the second class that I’ve taken at Adam’s Forge, and I really enjoy it.  Hopefully I’ll be able to attend a few open forge nights in the near future.