Meme was Yesterday

No, we haven’t skipped Tuesday, stay tuned!

I know, you were scared. It’s ok.

I’ll give you some memes now.

BBF

Hello turtle-bros, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model for today is from Essex, born February 5, 1988.  The internet doesn’t seem to know her height or displacement, but consensus opinion measures 34D-23-35.  Please put a tent on that circus and say ‘ello to Miss Victoria Moore!

 

ce more into the breach

I found a new comic artist that I like, right about when someone in CT was talking about corned beef recipes.

 

I haven’t gotten to the end of his portfolio yet, I have to cook breakfast here in a bit.

 

 

 

 

That’s a nice tie, Alex.

 

 

 

 

How would this poat rate on a scale of MJ to Mare?

 

 

 

The Beatles Suck

For some reason I can’t get this stupid Beatles song out of my head…Revolution. Every time I hear someone spouting off about treason, I think ‘talkin’ bout an execution.’

Louis Guitierrez (D-ICK) is the latest to promise his constituents that when the democrats take back the house he’s going to, “to make sure that I am there to make sure of one thing, that we write those articles of impeachment and take him to trial before the Senate and eliminate him as president of the United States of America.”

That’s some pretty hot chocolate he’s serving. Are we really here? Are we at a place in politics where Sentators–I’m looking at you Tim Kaine– and House Reps wantonly throw around execution as a political end? And just so we’re clear, we’re talking about executing the President and members of his family who are not currently employed by the administration.

It’s been 45 days since Steve Scalise and dozens of others were targeted for political assassination and there are many on the Left that have decided to escalate the Cold Civil War. I won’t even attempt to square the counterfactual circle of how this would have been played if Obama were the target. A brain divided against itself cannot stand.

I know we don’t all agree that Donald J. Trump is the God Emperor we’ve been waiting for. In reality, he worries me a bit, but I’m willing to look past all of his flaws for a few reasons. First, everyone I dislike hates him. Second, he is a giant middle finger to what I believe is a growing chasm in American society. We’re not just divided in politics, but have formed a neatly coded society where it is perfectly acceptable to deride entire swaths of the country to prove allegiance to a social class.  His mere existence as a working man’s hero (a neat little trick in and of itself) spotlights how hollow our supposed intellectual betters have become. Third, he fights. And while I don’t always agree with what or whom he is fighting, I believe parsing every issue as if it has some deep meaning is more wrong. An illegal alien is not an undocumented immigrant.

GND and I have had this long standing conversation about if or when the President is going to be assassinated. She has always been of the opinion that he won’t make it to the end of his term. I have always believed that its not really possible, let alone probable that a crazed Leftist could pull it off.

But I’m starting to waver.

To borrow a refrain from a boring man, ‘Russia called, and they want their foreign policy back.’

 

Current picture for Leon;

 

Holding Poat – Bad Trip part ducks

that’s french you ignant bastards –

Right On Time

Actually a little late for Decoration Day but I know you’ll cut me some slack here. Ultra-patriotic song/video to start off with.

Big Boob Friday

Herro! Welcome to big boob Friday. It’s full of Friday and boobs so it must be WIN!!!!

I have no idea what I’m saying, really. Please disregard any comments that might pertain the shape and size of Hotspur’s asshole. It’s called phrenology people. Try to keep up.

So here we are; another end of the week, or beginning to some of us. For most of us, it’s just another day on the endless treadmill of winning that is the glorious reign of God Emperor Donald Trump II, long may he, er, reign.  As you may know, I’ve written quite a few songs for your enjoymentness over the years, most of which you rightly decided were utter crap. This song is no different because it’s about you.

This week’s model is of the Asian persuasion…which is a total shocker. In between eating sushi and playing checkers with marbles, she likes to giggle quietly behind her hand and fantasize about large reptile like creatures fighting large moth like creatures. Please put down your bucket of chardonnay and welcome Vicki Li!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Upon Which We Proclaim Our Joy for The C**t’s Demise

 

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Added, cuz it’s freakin hilarious!

Bill Clinton’s Weenus

 

This will be an exploration of my long held theory that Bill will not allow Pickles McParkinsons to win the election so that he can continue to dick bimbos for the short remainder of his life.

Have you seen the first dude lately? He looks like he hasn’t had a decent meal in ten years or that his alleged syphilis is finally winning the war on women. I kid, I kid. He’s a vegan so you know he has syphilis.

So here’s the theory, in case you missed it in my survey class taught at Muppet U, or if you forgot what was written in the first paragraph: Bill will do anything to prevent Smiley McOpenmouth from getting in the oval office. Way too important to keep his little Gore wet. Yes, for those of you scoring at home, he calls his blank shooter Al Gore.

I bet you’re thinking I’m totally wrong. That the allure of being half of the first ever male/female presidential couple is just too, er, alluring. Consider this: whenever things get good for her, he trots out some sorry statement that even he, a veritable Da Vinci of lying can’t clean up.

Man, that’s gonna sting. Don’t get me wrong, no one cares what he said…except for the only man that might actually make a difference in the election: Golfy McOkieDoke. St Trayvon’s Dad is notoriously thin skinned and its well known that Obama and Bill already hate each other. Bill once told Obama that he should be getting him coffee rather than schlonging his wife (that’s Web Hubble’s job) and Obama’s black half never got over it. If you locked these two in a bedroom closet only one would emerge–probably Bill with panties on his head, wearing high heels, but that’s besides the point.  The hate is real my groovy babies, the hate is real.

Weenus + Viagra >Husband + Most Powerful Woman in the World

Its math, and therefore indisputable, although its probably racist.

FIN

 

 

Cross Wire

And so we find ourselves with one foot on the dock and one on the boat.