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Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Happy birthday to Jimbro! Image search of “sexy lady Maine” gets you this. She’ll do, I think.
Song of the day. The kids chose this for their first dance, not knowing that I put this on a mix tape for Mr. RFH when we were dating long distance.

Now for the hunks. He was a “who dis?” from AoS, and now I don’t remember his name. Whoops.

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Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Rocketboy and FDIL married, and this was the song he picked for the groom and mother dance. I don’t think he could have picked a better one. Southern rock for the win.

Now for the hunks.
We support the men in blue.

HHD again

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I scheduled this one ahead of time because trying to poat or even comment here is difficult when RoamyDad is being nosy.
Thinking of Scott, Laura, and Pupster.

Now for the hunks.
Birthday boy Michael Landes.

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Good morning, and welcome to the Dunkirk edition of Hunky Hump Day. I finally saw the movie, and there was plenty of HHD fodder (Easter eggs, not so much). So let’s get started.
I was looking for something appropriate for France and found this.

Now for the hunks.
Cillian Murphy.

Post Punxsutawnic Tuesday

So the weekend was a bust. I had to cancel the PA run to deal with some family stuff

aging sucks.

JoeJavaMudBrewCuppaC8H10N4O2

Hey, let’s get this day started off the right way

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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
I have a fun memory of dancing to this on a band bus headed to Orlando. “Who’s got the time?” I laugh at 2:21 every time.

Mr. RFH and I went to see Avengers:Infinity War last night. Don’t worry, no spoilers, just nice lookin’ actors.

The Post From Ipanema

The first time I ever heard the song “The Girl From Ipanema” was on an album by a 90’s band but I forget the name at this point It’s been covered countless times so it’s anyone’s guess who it was. I thought it was a Yo La Tengo album called Fakebook. It’s an album of cover songs! When I went to find the song I discovered it was not that one. Still a great album worth a listen.

Let’s try this one from the lovely and talented Elise Trouw

You Are An Asshole

Do me a favor, would you? Go into the bathroom or your bedroom or look down at your shoe and give yourself a long look in the mirror. Try to look a little disappointed, and say this out loud, ‘I will never be a as good of a person as Lauraw. Not if I invented a time machine and prevented Barak Hussein Obama from becoming president. Not if I found and convinced Mila Kunis to spend an evening with MJ. Not if I opened a weed farm and put MJ in charge of quality control. There is nothing I can do to be funnier or more thoughtful that Lauraw.

Then punch yourself in the balls/vag.

Behold, the Deadmaublanket5.

David Brooks is the Sandwich Artist of Virtue Signaling

From the NYTimes, so don’t click.

Recently I took a friend with only a high school degree to lunch. Insensitively, I led her into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw her face freeze up as she was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino” and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a striata baguette. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else and she anxiously nodded yes and we ate Mexican.

American upper-middle-class culture (where the opportunities are) is now laced with cultural signifiers that are completely illegible unless you happen to have grown up in this class. They play on the normal human fear of humiliation and exclusion. Their chief message is, “You are not welcome here.”

–David Brooks