Tushar is sick of your bullshit

And frankly, so am I. You’ve become a bunch of lazy, slothful pieces of shit. I mean, I can excuse people like Hotspur and MCPO who have worked hard all their lives and are enjoying their Golden Years, but what excuse do the rest of you have?

I mean, for God’s sake, we’re almost at the end of the weekend and everyone’s still commenting on a Saturday poat while waiting to get motivated by trannies tomorrow. It’s no wonder this country is going straight to hell.

Okay, now that I’m done calling you assholes, I’m going to hopefully provide you with some motivation before tomorrow with a photo of Cal alum and insanely-hot pole vaulter Allison Stokke:


I have likely touched several surfaces that her ass has also touched.

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MMM 157: the start of year 4. 4!

Yep, this right here is the beginning of the 4th year of this august institution. I know each and every one of you is thrilled to be part of it. It’s okay, calm down. Seriously, CALM THE FUDGE DOWN!

All right, I haven’t got a bunch to say today. It’s Sunday night as I write this, and I’ve got a weird week of work ahead of me and I’m still half-sick from traveling last week (prolly ebola, I was at IAD twice), so I’m not going to dwell overlong on the preamble that no one reads anyhow.

She works the pole.
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MMM-150: It’s like an F-150, but not a truck.

Greetings, turkey basters. Welcome to the Thanksgiving week edition of MMM. I’ve got a grueling 1.5 day week to get through before my holiday begins, so let’s get motivated.

First, accessories.
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MMM 141: what’s done is done

Last week with an office. I don’t know if that will change anytime soon, but it’s true for the foreseeable future.

I’m contemplating making them cookies or something.

Pupster sent this along, I liked it.
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Nuff said.