Four Seasons Converge

This time of year the worlds of football, baseball, basketball and hockey all meet and compete for our attention. There’s probably some golf, tennis and WNBA going on somewhere but, really, no one really knows. The A’s – Yankees AL Wild Card game is on in the background. One game to determine who faces the Red Sox. It’s been a good year to watch the Sox with all their winning. Despite that they have heartbreak written all over them. Their bullpen sucks and I’m guessing they’ll go home early. Alright, enough sports. Let’s turn to funny animals.

Shut Yer Pie Hole!

Old white man’s term: Vagina

New awesome unicorn term: Front Hole

Today we’re going to play “Which would you prefer to go in your front hole?”

You really should go do something more meaningful than read this pos post

Things mawr meaningful:

 

How about taking up knitting:

Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

Watermelon Douche Chills

Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.

You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.

Almost time to Whistle -POS Groundhog Style

Marmota monax – a pig by any other name is still your mom.

aka: woodchuck, whistle-pig, or land-beaver (heh)

How many names does she have, one might ask.

So, it’s almost time for the best non-holiday holiday of the year. We’ve been cooped up in our wintry nests long enough that it seems reasonable for us to rely on a rodent to scry  our future – whatevs; the little  beast prolly can’t be any worse at it than the local weather man/woman/person/Akava’ine/ Bakla/Bissu/ Calabai/Fa’afafine/ Fakaleiti/ Hijra/ Kathoey/ Khanith/ Koekchuch/ Māhū Maknyah/ Mukhannathun/ Muxe/ Sworn virgin/ Takatāpui/ Travesti/ Two-Spirit/ Winkte…. you get the point.

2017 BBF Championships – Contestant #4

Contestant #4 – Jaclyn Swedberg

Pupster’s note:  We have four semi-finalists for 2017, I will repeat poat for 4 weeks and then we’ll have a final poll to determine Miss Big Boob Friday 2017.  

From November 10, 2017:

Happy Hostage Thanksgiving

Here it is, the big day. Food, family, fellowship, football, flatulence, fellatio if you’re lucky (hopefully not with your cousin you sicko). Tell your mom that I said “Hello”. We made our turkey this past Sunday since we’re traveling today for dinner at the in-laws. The leftovers have been mostly eaten and the excess frozen to avoid getting the turkey trots.

Carin ought to wear these under her skort for the next turkey trot

That picture with the Pilgrims and turkey runners reminds me of my youth when we would dress up as Pilgrims and Indians and sit around the table eying each other nervously. One year Uncle Bubba blasted a neighbor with his musket when he showed up unexpectedly dressed as a hostile tribe member.

RimShot – another POS Offering

How many rimshots has your favorite startrek actor taken in the past month – round to the nearest gross.

How much time do you peeps that are gainfully employed waste any given week –

Get out there and skew the Productivity numbers… it’ll give Geoff an opportunity to edify us with some economy numbers.

this should help you burn a few minutes of your life –

https://www.myinstants.com/instant/rimshot/

https://ninjakiwi.com/Games/Bloons-Games/Play/Bloons.html

https://www.thebalance.com/top-time-wasters-1358000

Merry Christmas

Wow, seems like we were just using our Halloween avatars! Christmas stuff has been on display for weeks in my neck of the woods and I’m sure it’ll be worse the next time I go in a store.