You people make me sick. We spent an entire day talking about turtlenecks when there are very real and important things going on in the world!
1. Some chick no one has ever heard of was asked not to be rude by the guy whose job is to chastise rude people.
3. A cranky alcoholic colicky baby who is running for president in 2020 mentioned the chick no one had ever heard about and the homeless lady.
4. Car in called me twice just to talk.
Ok fine, I made that last one up but the rest are 100% real stories that were covered wall to wall by the very serious gossip columnists we pretend are reporters and journalists. And you trogdilytes trogdelites trogderplites losers decided to make the funneh about foreskin.
Shame!
Andrew Myers
b. some secret time in a secret place
This one likes to screw
…around.
Makita? DeWalt? Rigid?
12V, 24V?
What’s in your toolbox?
Whip it out.
Здравствуйте, and welcome to Big Boob Friday. Your model is also your musical selection, so give it a click you perverts.
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Your model for today is currently in internet hiding because she posted some pictures of her humongous rack supporting her little kitty. At one point she had a youtube channel, instagram, reddit and imgur account, but she hasn’t said much lately…I’m guess because her pictures might have gotten her some unwanted attention. At any rate, she seems like a nice young lady from Russia (I guess) who is a classical singer and artist. She likes kitties and holy crap does she have a nice set of ear-muffs. Please stop being too specific and welcome, Miss Nadia Naivnaya!
Hello my little monkeys, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.
I wrote this song and showed Lars Ulrich how to play it, and I am still waiting on that first royalty check you sonsabitches.
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Your model for today was actually picked by Roamie in this weeks HHD poat…she always slips in a little hot chick link and this week it was a doozy.
Here’s a gif of Roamie using her best 3 margarita pick up line…”Want to count shoulders?”
Here’s MJ at the club.
Here’s me being fetching.
Here’s Colorado Alex on E Harmony
Roamie’s girlfriend is from North Carolina, she was born in 1991 and don’t you feel really old and dirty right about now. At 5’7″ and 102 lbs, she doesn’t really qualify for BIG but is more kinda big enough by golly. Please stop asking about my latest scandal and move on long enough to welcome, Miss Cora Dietz!
There was a time when both men and women regularly wore hats. As a kid I remember some older men wearing hats but over the years they’ve faded away. I didn’t play baseball as a kid and I sure as hell would have looked like a tool walking around with a football helmet on so I wore bandanas when I worked in the yard, hiked and went running. After I discovered that there were hat sizes courtesy of the US Army I was finally able to buy a fitted Red Sox cap which I promptly lost in a topless Jeep on 495 heading back from Cape Cod.
Probably the only hats I see nowadays are the ubiquitous baseball hat and, in the winter, stocking caps for warmth. Folks in the Midwest and Texas are used to seeing people wearing cowboy hats. In New England, if you wear a cowboy hat and are not riding a horse (or Mare) at the same time, you are a douche.
The whole reason I’m thinking of hats is an image I saw while surfing the internet. It is Lena Olin, kneeling over a mirror wearing lingerie and a man’s hat. It is from a scene in a movie based on the book “The Unbearable Lightness of Being“. I read the book on the recommendation of a girl who gave me a great hummer after I broke off my engagement with another girl. I figured it was the least I could do. Anyway, I totally forget what the book is about but remember it was an okay read.
This image ended up on the wall in the men’s room at a bar called Ralph’s in Worcester, MA along with hundreds of other random clippings from magazines that were used for wallpaper by someone who liked decorating bathrooms. Someone had written, with ballpoint pen, “I fucked her titz (sic)” and signed it Fitz. During the 10 years I lived in that town I’d say I went to Ralph’s about 100 times and drank between 200-300 pints of beer there. Over that time the IfuckedhertitzFitz girl greeted me every time I drained my bladder. Who knows, maybe she still greets drunkards to this day.
