I’m running late this morning, and there are still a bunch of backlog images in the binders, so it’ll be the old format this week. Laura sent me some good images that I didn’t have time to do any real research on, so those will be coming up in the near future when I’ve been a better steward of the images she sent me.
Greeting the sun. I’d do this, but it’s been raining for 3 days.
So we learned over the weekend that j’bro has a collection of various styles of razors for manscaping.
And that Roamy was the instigator.
So Leon is moving his worldly possessions from one part of Michigan to another, I’m the back-up back-up. Let’s get ‘er motivating, shall we? All my pictures are animated, so if you are on your flintstones phone you might want to skip right to comments.
Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.
You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.
Fancy word for a hodgepodge that I’ve never heard before but describes this poat to a “T”. The Oprah made a brave and historic speech the other night at the Golden Globes. At least that’s what every liberal commentator in the MSM is claiming. It’s almost time for the liberal pollsters to tell us her overwhelming odds of victory.
Hotspur:
I put this on facedouche, but I share here because I care. Also, because it’s truthy.
Trebuchet team hit the road an hour ago. I was going to binge-watch “Last Man Standing” but “leaving Sept. 30” was 12:01 AM, not 11:59 PM. Bummer. So let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
For Mare and me.
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