Big Boob Friday–Women’s Day Edition?

Hello fellow tempters of dairy freshness and welcome to another edition of Big Boob Friday. Huzzah! It’s been a glorious week on this here corner of the internet. It turns out that we do not like AOC and are split as to whether or not butter should remain between 33-35 degrees F at all times. Who would have thunk it?

A frightened Ms Bellringer gets a glimpse of MJs gentleman’s sausage

HHD – Gearing up for the Games

Roamy must be busy, so I’ll throw together an HHD poat for her.

Watching OnDemand shows for NBC (The Brave, WOO HOO!) has exposed me to some cool Winter Olympics ads. Of course I can’t find a link to it, since NBC probably has it locked down (why on earth would you want to release an ad to the public? why, someone might SEE IT!) but take my word for it, coolness.

Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo

That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.

So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.

The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.

So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’

Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.

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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!

Sean’s Delicious Calamari

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.

2. Some homeless lady was the butt of a mild joke about her hair which was racist and also anti-domicileless.

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!

 

Big Boob Friday

Herro! Welcome to big boob Friday. It’s full of Friday and boobs so it must be WIN!!!!

I have no idea what I’m saying, really. Please disregard any comments that might pertain the shape and size of Hotspur’s asshole. It’s called phrenology people. Try to keep up.

So here we are; another end of the week, or beginning to some of us. For most of us, it’s just another day on the endless treadmill of winning that is the glorious reign of God Emperor Donald Trump II, long may he, er, reign.  As you may know, I’ve written quite a few songs for your enjoymentness over the years, most of which you rightly decided were utter crap. This song is no different because it’s about you.

This week’s model is of the Asian persuasion…which is a total shocker. In between eating sushi and playing checkers with marbles, she likes to giggle quietly behind her hand and fantasize about large reptile like creatures fighting large moth like creatures. Please put down your bucket of chardonnay and welcome Vicki Li!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ngày thứ năm (瞻禮五)

Here we are, Thursday again. Is Thursday the most boring day of the week or is it one of the other ones? Tuesday? Really, no one cares, time to shut my pie hole. Let’s begin with a fine performance from a band I’ve had the fortune to see twice in my life. Once at UAB where I got stood up by a southern belle when I was doing a one month rotation there and the other time at a place in Worcester called the Memorial Auditorium with my brother who did not leave me wondering where the hell he was since we walked there together.

HHD – Olympic Edition

Since roamy “doesn’t have time” for our post today, I’ll step in. Since it’s almost summer (but Al Gore must be around, cuz it’s still in the freaking 30’s), I’ll dedicate today to the Summer Olympics!

New Saturday poat

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.

Pupster?

Halloween’s almost here, even though CT schools tried to drop it. (SES fodder for Wiser? I haven’t listened to last week’s show yet.)

Trebuchet team will be here in a couple of hours, and the coffee is fresh. Have a good day.

Sleep-in Sunday

Well, 7:30 is sleeping in for me. Have another cup of coffee.

Yep.

Hostage meetup needed.

XBrad?

Y’all have a good day.

Meanwhile, at Bizarro H2…

I guess that site would be called “The Kidnappers.”