This ought to get the natives all stirred up.
And now on with the memes!
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Can’t you Meme?
What the ever living f*%^ is wrong with you people?
Make it yours –
You know you want to…
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder
Intermittent Explosive Disorder
Sexual Arousal Disorder, Female
Imagine yourself here: Lapeerpalooza TOWMJGM
Right here: 
Or, if you’re not the social type, here, off by yourself:
Pay no attention to the fact that the deck currently has no rails. That has NOTHING to do with the plans for MJ’s “disappearance”. We’re ordering the wire this week, and hopefully that will be rectified.
Perhaps you’d want to zip around the lake on one of our jet skis!!! For the low, low price of a glass of wine paid to me, this can happen.
My crack mechanic (#2 son Matt) is at work getting them in top condition as I write:
We have TOP NOTCH accommodations here at Chez Car in and this can be had at a very reasonable rate *
*again a nice hearty glass of wine, and whoever needs it/asks first
I got a bunch of these cool light things for the deck, but I haven’t figured out how exactly I’m going to put them up:
I may try something new while I have guests, and as soon as I figure what this guy is saying I’ll try to whip some of this up. I don’t know how many more times I’m going to have to watch it …
There’s sure to be some awesome music on the deck too as I give everyone a very complete presentation of what’s currently rotating on my playlist.
And don’t forget the real reason for coming to Lapeerpalooza …
He’s dirty.
He’s smelly.
But he’s 155 pounds of pure love. Let’s all have a nice round of applause for MOOOOOOSE.
(not actual size – this is from last year)
Well, i don’t know what the heck else I can do to convince everyone?
Maybe this – one last picture of moose:
Sunday Poat
Leon linked to Alton Brown’s announcement, so I thought I’d link to this. I’m just gonna sit here and geek out for a minute. Maybe after that I’ll hit the gym. I could try crossfit.
Meanwhile, I want to try this girl’s lemon curd. Here’s a better video of her saying something that doesn’t strike me as important. She also has an Instagram account, because of course she does. In it, she posts mostly tasteful, artistic landscapes as well as occasional pictures of her muffins.
Archer cocktails.
Some music for your weekend.
Apropos Of Nothing
There are certain words and phrases we occasionally encounter when reading that we sort of know their meaning. We might have looked up them up once in the distant past, know a root word or understood by intuition the intended meaning within the context it was used. “Apropos of nothing” is one of those phrases for me. I don’t think I’ve ever uttered those words in conversation. I may have imagined myself saying them somewhere in the English countryside before politely asking someone to please pass the Grey Poupon mustard. Well, after a lifetime of waiting for the moment, I finally wrote the words in an email to someone where I linked a story about the use of poppy seed oil to increase fertility. I’d never heard of that technique before and was still processing the concept in my head when I wrote a friendly email and just had to share the story. Which is what prompted the “apropos of nothing” lead in to the link.
So what’s it mean? Stolen from the world wide web I give you this definition:
Without reference to anything. // Without any apparent reason or purpose.
Does that sound like anything we all know and love? A certain blog? Rhymes with “The Sausages“? I’m sure you all have similar words you run across that you have the same feeling about.
Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo
That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.
So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.
The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.
So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’
Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.
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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!
Hostage Oscar Party (Now With 100% Fewer Slow-loading GIFs!)
Well, the Academy Awards are here again. Yay. If you think you’re sick of hearing about them, try living in Southern California. It’s all they talk about on the news for the next goddamn week.
Most of us aren’t big fans of Hollywood (or as one guy I heard one time called it, HollyWEIRD–delightful!) but maybe you saw a couple of the movies that are nominated this year. Are you rooting for La La Land? Hidden Fences? Something else?
Ah, who am I kidding? We’re all boycotting the Oscars. Not for the politics (okay, maybe a little bit because of the politics) but because the most deserving film of the year wasn’t nominated:
I’m just hoping John Wick 2: The Wick and The Dead gets nominated next year. Probably not, though.
Saturday Shakespearean Sonnet
Let’s just get this out of the way right upfront:
Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that, on to the poetry:
O, fake internet friends, how they slack off
When the long week’s toil is done and ended.
Whether they do Crossfit or just jack off,
The blog on weekends moulders, unamended.
Exceptions come, sometimes, from our Jimbro
Or if the Puppeh isn’t chasing tail.
But too often we are stuck in limbo
And Friday’s buxom freshness starts to fail.
I know well that all of you have lives
While weekends find me cloistered here at work.
But thirty-some hours on a poat is jive—
Yeah, “jive” is weak; you write the next poem, jerk!
So ends my verse, now let comments commence,
And maybe push this down some hours hence.
What change looks like
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
Honorary Hostage David Thorne – Epic E-mail Exchange
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