Happy Thanksgiving

Hello assorted Hostages, lurkers, lackeys, hangers-on, cretins and other assorted turkey taints! By now most of the family either has or soon will assemble for one of the most hallowed days of football this year. There’s nothing more heartwarming than Cleveland Browns fans thinking they’re going to the Super Bowl. So grab the clam dip and Ruffles chips and scroll on down to be delighted.

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Mother’s Day Memes

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Weekend Memes

 

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BBF

Hello commuters, and welcome to Big Bombus Friday.

 

bombous (bom’bus)— adj. convex; spherical.

 

 

 

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Stop asking me why I won’t take the things you give me
I’m not gonna smile
When you shake my hand an tell me you’re not happy with me

Your model for today was born November 6th, 1990 in Pompei, Napoli, Italy.  She stands 5′ 5″, 34-24-36 and 110 lbs.  Please freshen your breath and say buongiorno to Miss Valentina Nappi!

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Just Pecking Away

So one might think that a “Pecking Away” post might be about the latest currency of exchange for a maudlin teen child being bartered to a man for chickens, but one would be wrong.

Alas another important study has shown a disturbing trend  in the course of events for the American male.

 

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Beaver Fever

Inspired by a general fondness for beaver, Jam’s recent Rodentia killing spree and Hotspur’s trip to the shores of Beaver Island, I’ve decided to devote today’s poat to the lovable furry critter called The Beaver.

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Artistry – POS Mardi Gras Edition

Remember when Chumpo used to post really interesting things about art? This isn’t it –

So Your Boyfriend BO & Your Girlfriend Mooshel had their pictures done; no offense to the skanky (insert Hotspur word)/ wenches that did them, but DAAAAAAMMMMMn!

So I tried my hand at a truly befitting preznitz-dental portrait :

I think it captures the essence of the oblah-blah years.

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Happy Hostage Thanksgiving

Here it is, the big day. Food, family, fellowship, football, flatulence, fellatio if you’re lucky (hopefully not with your cousin you sicko). Tell your mom that I said “Hello”. We made our turkey this past Sunday since we’re traveling today for dinner at the in-laws. The leftovers have been mostly eaten and the excess frozen to avoid getting the turkey trots.

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Carin ought to wear these under her skort for the next turkey trot

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That picture with the Pilgrims and turkey runners reminds me of my youth when we would dress up as Pilgrims and Indians and sit around the table eying each other nervously. One year Uncle Bubba blasted a neighbor with his musket when he showed up unexpectedly dressed as a hostile tribe member.

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