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Hello, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born in Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation on September 11th, 1989.  She stands 5′ 8″ and measures 38D–28–38 and 135 lbs.  Please pop a cork and pour one out for Miss Anna Polina!

 

Monday Filler Poat

The old poat was starting to smell stale from a hard weekend, so here’s a fresh one.

Tuesday at the Meme Store

This would be a good movie!

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Hello front and back holes, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model was born in Durham, Florida on March 5th, 1995.  She stands 5’3″, 34D-22-32 and 108 lbs.  Please play along and welcome Miss Nina North.

 

Thorsday Quickie

 

Mood music:

I don’t even know what this means, because I still haven’t seen the movie.

Trump embarrassing us overseas:

 

Things I find on Facedouche:

 

Related:

 

Have I ever showed you guys my REALLY fat cat?

 

You think if I get my mom one of these, it will help?

 

This is for Leon:

 

That’s enough.   Vet office opens in 25 min then I can start calling.

 

Sh*&hole Thursday

Last week we learned that Democrats and their media enablers are very offended when you call backwards corrupt countries what they really are … shitholes.

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Hello  my hygienic friends, welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model for today was born in Waco, Texas February 21st, 1979.  She stands 5’2″ and clocks in with a respectable 32C fun-bag hit.  Please forgo the pasta and say hello to Miss Jennifer Love Hewitt!

One for You, One for Meme

David Brooks is the Sandwich Artist of Virtue Signaling

From the NYTimes, so don’t click.

Recently I took a friend with only a high school degree to lunch. Insensitively, I led her into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw her face freeze up as she was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino” and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a striata baguette. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else and she anxiously nodded yes and we ate Mexican.

American upper-middle-class culture (where the opportunities are) is now laced with cultural signifiers that are completely illegible unless you happen to have grown up in this class. They play on the normal human fear of humiliation and exclusion. Their chief message is, “You are not welcome here.”

–David Brooks

Thursday New Poat

Good morning boys and girls and xbrads.

Here’s a fresh poat for everyone.

Scott and LauraW continue their vacation. Beasn continues the home improvement project from hell.

After five years out I’ve started to get recruitment letters asking me if I want to apply for a commission in the Army Reserve. They must be truly desperate for people.

Leon is busy denouncing the moral degredation of today’s youth.  Car in, meanwhile, has had enough of your shit.  Perhaps she shouldn’t have sent Ethan to Jimbro to get his surgery.  MJ’s busy trying to keep the spice in his marriage.

Wait… where the fuck is Xbrad?

Mare needs a little encouragement some mornings.

Shhhh… it’s going to be ok, Pupster.

Should we organize a 21-rep salute?

And now, some music:

This pretty much sums up how I feel most days. But then I realize that I have you assholes as my fake internet friends, and everything is going to be alright.

This one’s just plain fun. As is this one.

Go forth and take on the world. Remember, it’s Thursday night, so celebrate.