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.
Good morning boys and girls. I’ll confess that I went to bed last night having completely forgotten about this, but as I drifted off in to sweet dreams I was suddenly jerked awake with the thought that I had agreed to do this week’s BBF. So this BBF is thrown together at the last minute, but really isn’t that the standard with this place? You don’t get the BBF you want, but perhaps the BBF you need, and even deserve.
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.
Time to sober up and head back to work, party people. This promises to be another action-packed and fun week at work for me, and by “action-packed and fun” I mean that I’ll be regretting taking the job in either active or passive fashion every minute of every day. Also I had regular flour tortillas tortillas a couple of times this weekend, and more carbs than any human should have, so I’m fat and sick right now as I write this on Sunday evening. Week’s off to a promising start, no? All right, bitch session’s over, time for pictures.
It’s behind her, resting on the machine.
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