Hello Deer Friends, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.
Your model is from Jolly Olde England, born January 14th, 1990, she stars with her prettier sister in some reality show or something over there. At 30H-24-32, 5’4″ and 119lbs, please welcome Miss Billie Faiers!
Hello fellow H2ers. As you all know, October 29th or 30th is the day that we all set aside our differences–zumba or crossfit, fish sticks or chicken nuggets, terrible heavy metal or terrible alt-rock, test anxiety or work anxiety, grabbing pussies or manginas, flame throwers or hot pepper induced magma sharts, pickles or cheetos,– to celebrate our annual Halloween extravaganza and the ritual circumcision of a perfectly good gourd.
Please post pictures of your carlos-o-lanterns, your kids candy haul, a house that you egged and tee-peed, or funny Halloween stuff.
In case you missed it…here’s the drink recipe from this week’s SES.
Zombie MJ
1 oz light rum
1 oz gold rum
1.5 oz dark rum
1/2 oz 151 proof rum
1/2 oz pineapple juice
1/2 oz papaya juice
1/2 oz fresh lime juice
Fill a pint glass almost full with ice. In a shaker, combine the light, dark, and gold rum. Add the juice, and shaky shaky. Pour over the ice, and pour the 151 proof rum over the back of a spoon to float it on the drink.
Fun garnish: Take a sprig of mint and dip it in lime juice then coat it in sugar. It should dry with the sugar adhered to the mint. Very pretty.
MJ:
Good morning boys and girls. I’ll confess that I went to bed last night having completely forgotten about this, but as I drifted off in to sweet dreams I was suddenly jerked awake with the thought that I had agreed to do this week’s BBF. So this BBF is thrown together at the last minute, but really isn’t that the standard with this place? You don’t get the BBF you want, but perhaps the BBF you need, and even deserve.
So the year begins and HOLY CRAP I’m excited. It’s going to be amazing. 2016 is bound to be better than 2015. Here’s my reasoning:
You know all those things that can’t go on forever? Remember how things that can’t go on forever… don’t? Every single one of those things is now closer to ending. SOMETHING is going to fail catastrophically this year, and gravity will bring something with no business in the air crashing to the ground. Keep the popcorn handy. If it’s the EBT system, oh man, hilarity will surely ensue. Another market crash? WOOOOO! The only thing better would be an actual zombie apocalypse.
ARE YOU PUMPED?
Lat work.
Happy Thanksgiving week, everyone. I’m working 2.5 days this week. It’d be 3 but the wife has some bidness to transact on base and I’ll be staying home with the baby so she doesn’t have to truck the poor lass out to Mt. Clemens and back.
In this post we’re going to peer into the future and have a look at all the things Alex might see when he joins a yoga class for the only reasons any straight man joins a yoga class.
The ab wheel isn’t really a yoga thing, but you still might see it.
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