Good morning, January’s almost over. Who’s ready to spend hours of unpaid labor to ensure they’re complying with a mountain of “laws” written by oligarchs with no input from those held captive to this pile of bullshit, all to take fake money out of circulation to act as the only brake on runaway inflation from the degenerates doing all the printing?
This makes more sense to, a simple man with no schemes to control others or cheat my way to wealth.
Ides of January already. Let’s see what’s in the binders.
By pure chance, we have a lovely young lady of African descent for the day. No kidding, the year 3 folder I pulled from had this on top.
Where I am, Old Man Winter appears to be taking a breather before getting back to it. I can relate.
If I saw this in the gym, I’m pretty sure I’d have a hard time looking away and getting on with proper gym bidness.
Is it Monday again? The week between makes things a little blurry, and I still need to check the work calendar to see if today is Monday or Monday Monday.
Quadrych? And it features quads.
Happy 2nd day of Christmas. Dunno if you’re working today, but I’m off. Last week of the third year in the suckiest trilogy ever, make it count. And have hope, for the enemies of God and Man that rule the present age are prideful, arrogant, and ridiculous.
This looks uncomfortable.
Last week of Advent, 2 weeks left until we start the final part of the 2020 trilogy, and I’m sure that the worst of it won’t be ewoks winning fights against effin’ stormtroopers with logs and rocks.
Nice backdrop.
Another week starts. Gotta stack cordwood at lunchtime for… something. No idea what yet. Starting off with some ballet dancers.
Red.
First Monday of December already. All of these are “new content” rather than recycled, but I just stole them from another blog (http://continuationofpolitics.blogspot.com/ mostly). Leg/dance themed.
Tall socks or thick thigh-highs?
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
Get TITS2 & The H2 Stuff
Smelling a Rat since March 2009 