We’ve already had a couple of Cars songs in Jay’s post as a tribute to Ric Ocasek but since I’m a bigger fan of the group I’m going to carry it over to this post. My older brother and I used to share a room and he’d listen to his transistor radio at night after lights out. Usually WBCN which didn’t suck back in the 70’s. One night he told me to listen closely because a really good group was going to be broadcast live from the Paradise Club in Boston.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. So there was some article about how this guy’s Twitter feed was just awful, and hey, forget the politics, those are some nice models. No muss, no fuss poat. (Alternate Easter egg, too thin, I think.) First, some music.
Now for the hunks.
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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
I heard that Ray Sawyer of Dr. Hook had passed away New Year’s Eve. While they are best known for “Cover of the Rolling Stone”, I knew Dr. Hook for this one:
mainly because my sister won a T-shirt from the local radio station that said, “I got stoned and I missed it…but I heard it on WBBQ Augusta.” Mom wouldn’t let her wear it.
Time for the hunks.
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Good morning, and welcome to the what-the-heck-another-reboot edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Cover of a cover
Let’s see who is in the folder for today.
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Make it yours –
You know you want to…
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder
Intermittent Explosive Disorder
Sexual Arousal Disorder, Female
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:
Here it is, the big day. Food, family, fellowship, football, flatulence, fellatio if you’re lucky (hopefully not with your cousin you sicko). Tell your mom that I said “Hello”. We made our turkey this past Sunday since we’re traveling today for dinner at the in-laws. The leftovers have been mostly eaten and the excess frozen to avoid getting the turkey trots.
Carin ought to wear these under her skort for the next turkey trot
That picture with the Pilgrims and turkey runners reminds me of my youth when we would dress up as Pilgrims and Indians and sit around the table eying each other nervously. One year Uncle Bubba blasted a neighbor with his musket when he showed up unexpectedly dressed as a hostile tribe member.
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