HHD – Bond, James Bond edition

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. As we bid farewell to Roger Moore, it seemed like a good time to have a James Bond edition of HHD.
Also, farewell too soon to Chris Cornell. Rest in peace.

In random order, George Lazenby.

Fuck These Fucking Fucks, FFS

 

So here we are, 100 days into the glorious reign of the God Emperor Donaldus Trump II.

Is America great again? No, but its early. Like you, my patience is about as thin as Mare’s Whoreday panties and I do not trust a single person that is connected to Washington DC.

 

The Bad

Repeal/Replace–May the RINOs of the senate be rushed to the ER with a lightbulb stuck in their collective asses. Upon removal they may find a bright idea, such as repeal/replace. It’s not complicated, assholes.

The budget–May the Freedom Caucus step on their dicks with golf shoes for having the temerity to sink repeal/replace only to turn around and fund PP for the rest of the fiscal year.

 

The Good

Border crossings are down 70+% based solely on a mean look from the based cheeto god. My suggestion is that he get a teardrop tattoo on his cheek then watch the number climb to 90%.

The world seems to think we might be crazy enough to kick ass and drink Diet Coke. They also seem to believe we are running low on Diet Coke.

Neil Fucking Gorsuch.

Serious note–people seem to be more optimistic about the future. I don’t really talk politics much in public but I don’t feel the weight of the pessimism that is being pushed by the media. Things seem good, which may be a reflection on where I live and how life is going, but it really matters when the people at the top are confident of success rather than dead set on decline. We’ve been told to eat our veggies for so long that a delicious taco bowl (we have the best taco bowl’s, don’t we folks?) seems like manna from heaven. It’s just taco Tuesday, but goddamn that seems like a fine idea.

The Ugly

The media and the DNC (Hillary/Obama wing) are pushing some really dangerous shit. The ridiculousness of RUSSIA! and the attempt to subvert a presidency that simply out hustled a terrible politician is going to escalate quickly. And when it does, they’ll blame Trump. They don’t care that people will be hurt, in fact I believe it’s the desired state to wave a bloody shirt.

I’m not really sure who has the ear of the President. I like Ivanka and Jared and I really like the tax plan that was put out but see Mare’s threadbare Whoreday undies referenced above for my trust levels. Jury is out on the D’s in the White House. 

Goofy Shit is Endearing. Fuck Being ‘Too Cool’ Like Obama

 

 

 

 

MMM 266: Earworm

Stuck in my head for like a week now.  Time to exorcise the demon:

Cute girl just working out in practical clothing.  Nice.

The Short Bus

Lauraw wears crocks

Up with the sun, gone with the wind

Everyone said Pup was lazy

Leaving my home

Leaving my friends

Running when things got too crazy

Out on the road, out ‘neath the stars

Feeling the breeze, passing the cars

I think my dictionary has a Bob Seger filter, it tried to change “Passing” to “Passin”.

Rock on with your bad selves today my friends.  

Sing-along Sunday

Cheerfully stolen off Faceplant and edited to remove the repeated choruses. You can figure ’em out.

Grandma got run over by the Trump train.
Rigging all the polls election eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as karma.
But as for me and America we believe.

She’d been drinking too much kool aid.
And we begged her not to cheat.
But she wasn’t on medication.
So she made deals with Arabs and DC elites.

(chorus)

When we found her the next morning.
People all screamed Trump was worse.
She had track marks on her forehead.
And incriminating emails in her purse.

Now we’re not real proud of liberals
They’ve not been taking it real well.
See them burning down their cities
Looting stores and overall just raising hell.

Now that Trump has won the White House.
All the snowflakes are about to crack.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Will he let illegals stay or send them back?
SEND THEM BACK!!!

Now the economy is on an upswing.
And Americans sleep in peace. Ahh.
And the red white and blue fireworks.
Remind me how Mattis will deal with the middle east.

I celebrated with all my neighbors.
As Hillary fell from grace.
And now it makes me proud to say
God bless President Trump and the USA!

Cue Hotspur’s favorite quote.

HHD and post-election thoughts

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Whew, what a ride this election was. Smarter people than me are going to pick apart the results today, but I’m just happy that the American people said no to a lying, traitorous grifter. That everything the media could bring to bear was not enough. That the win was larger than the margin of fraud (I’m looking at you, Virginia and your last-minute felon vote. Terry McAuliffe is up for replacement next year, just sayin’.) That we said no to dynasties both Clinton and Bush. Wonder if Saudi Arabia and Qatar are going to get their money back.

My delight in the election is tempered by the loss of a good friend yesterday after a four-year battle with cancer. Tina, this is for you.

Veterans Day is Friday, so thank you to our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, and Coast Guard. I exercised my right to vote yesterday and will exercise my rights to free speech and freedom of religion today. I promise not to take that for granted.

HHD

[saucy teaser dude here]

[very naughty video here]

HHD

Good morning and welcome to another Hunky Hump Day.
In the mothership’s sidebar was a Mystery Music link, which led me to today’s Hunky Hunk and music. I never watched General Hospital, but when Rick Springfield had a concert in Augusta, I dialed into the radio station every day, trying to win free tickets. Sorry I missed it.

GrandpaWiser

80 years young! He still looks pretty good for a octogenarian, but I attribute that to his rigorous gardening and workout schedule, and a steady diet of mediocre tex-mex.

When are the fajitas coming? I’m hungry. It’s almost 4:30.

 

Big Boob Friday

Good day, miscreants. I was just thinking to myself, ‘MJ, you know what this shithole dump needs? Boobs, and lots of them.’ Good thing it’s Friday, my groovy tuckers. You’re in luck.

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But first things second. I wrote this song whilst Eddie Vetter and I were taking our pitbulls for a walk through a loverly Seattle park. We saw a pack of wild hippies and our snarling, wild beasts were hungry. I looked at him and said, ‘drop the leash my good man, your pooch looks absolutely famished!.’ And he did. Fin.

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Today’s model was a subject of great debate this morning. GND says that this chick isn’t fat, but that she’s a little hippy. I think she’s a big girl, with big girl features. Anyhoo, her god given, not made up name is Carlotta Champagne. She stands 5’6″ and graduated from the same college as GND. No shit, I’m not kidding. Please stop sacrificing virgins at your Scott Walker altar long enough to welcome….a fat chick.

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