HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I can’t decide between this and this for today’s Easter egg, so you get both.
Song of the day.

Now for the hunks.

Jeudi Gras

Since Mare liked Jam’s “Foods of New Orleans” post I thought I’d keep the party going with lots more dishes filled with fat. Even better, everyone sounds like they’re fasting or at least thinking about fasting so why not a little torture?

Simple + Machine = Simple Machine

I remember reading about simple machines back in elementary school. Probably read it in an encyclopedia one day. Yeah, pre-internet, pre-video games we lived a boring life. Our parents bought the World Book Encyclopedia and we actually used it since going to the library was a pain in the ass when you didn’t have a car. Or driver’s license for that matter. This quote always puzzled me as a kid

Crazy Money

So one of our fellow Hostages hit it big in the lottery. Yes, Troy won big. So did Uncle Sam who appreciates all the tax money to feed the machine. Always fun to imagine what you would do if you won the lottery. For me, part of the enjoyment of buying a lottery ticket, is daydreaming about what you’d do with all that money. Everyone says they will not change but secretly know they will. Here’s a few ideas of what to do with all that mad money.

Funny Words

Scientists have determined the 10 funniest words in the English language. “Upchuck, bubby, boff, wriggly, yaps, giggle, cooch, guffaw, puffball, and jiggly: the top 10 funniest words in the English language, according to a new study by University of Alberta psychology experts.” [https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2018/11/181127131537.htm]

http://psycnet.apa.org/doiLanding?doi=10.1037%2Fxge0000467

These eggheads obviously haven’t spent any time hanging around this place.

Happy Thanksgiving

BBF

Hello commuters, and welcome to Big Bombus Friday.

 

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

 

 

 

Lyrics Link

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!

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
This song reminds me of simpler days. Both brothers-in-law would dance with Mr. RFH’s sisters to this song. “Jersey Boy” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Of course, this was long before Springsteen turned into a liberal turd, or if he was, he kept it on the down low.

I’m going to miss her.
On to the hunks.

Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

In Which Sean Holds Himself Up to Ridicule

You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry.  Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it.  I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.

Then, something changed.  Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this.  But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.

Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:

 

Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below: