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.  

Weekend Animal Hostages

Pepedog does chores

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Weekend Lordosis

 

BBF

Hello head scratchers , and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model for today was born on December 21, 1977 in Moscow, RSFSR, USSR as Aleksandra Aleksandrovna Korchunova.  All her measurements are in cyrillic and metric, so use your imagination as you welcome, Miss Anfisa Chekhova!

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A Sign

MMM 231: Independence

So, there were some neat parallels between July 4 1776 and June 23, 2016.  Both times, it was a big group of Englishmen (primarily) who wanted out from under the thumb of a distant, oppressive, unaccountable government.  Both times, the last straw might have been tea. Look, I’m going to warn the rest of you earthlings for the last time: do NOT get between a Briton and his beverage of choice. We burn continents, destroy empires, and generally make a big mess of things over this stuff. Yoo-rope should be thankful that they just walked out this time. You fools ought to be hiding under the table and counting quietly to 100 hoping they won’t come back and torch the place.

Anyhow, I’d like to think that we good folk descended in part from the best and brightest the Iles had to offer the world a few centuries back might have had something to do with it. Showed ’em how, as it were. Now, we should probably talk about orthodontia and rhoticity at some point, but it can wait until after you’ve got a decent Prime Minister, and possibly until after we’ve shed the Muslim Brotherhood plant from our white house. In the meantime, I wish you folks the best of luck making Britain great again, and I hope you’ll take a little bit of joy watching us celebrate what we won for ourselves so long ago, and perhaps feel just a bit more kinship than in years past.

Also, stay tuned for #TEXIT, #AKEXIT, and possibly #QUEBEXIT.

I thought about trying to find patriotic fit girls, but that seemed like work and I’m on vacation. Also I looked and there aren’t a ton of images just waiting to be poached.

So, a dancer first.

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Big Boob Friday – Ummmm….. Yeah… Soooo….

Hello to friends both old and new and welcome to the today’s edition of Big Boob Friday.

Well, it’s been a difficult week for us here at the ol’ H2. A time of great sadness has befallen us as we have lost a beloved friend and an original Hostage this past weekend. A person for whom the word “original” is wholly inadequate.

Lance (Rosetta) was a man of great heart, great humor and great passion. One could not help but be amazed by his incredible zest for life and laughter. Upon meeting him, you instantly became his friend, and not in the shallow, meaningless bullshit-cocktail-party sort of way. He honestly took you into his heart and actually cared about you from that moment forward.

We have all shared many stories and remembrances these past few days. It many ways, it has helped to ease our pain. The fun and the laughter… that is who Lance was and will always be to me, as I sure he will be to many, many others.

It almost feels like an insult to his memory to be sad. But someday, hopefully soon, the sadness will subside and we will all be together and raise a toast to our friend with a smile.

But I did not come to this post to mourn Lance. No, I came here to praise Rosetta.  And of course, to make fun of him.

I think that is what he would have wanted.

So mix yourself up a caipirinha, sit back and enjoy

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