Pupper Post

The one that roped us in … LOOK AT THAT DOG! Is that not the cutest dog you’ve ever seen?

 

On the ride home. She really looks super upset about being torn away from her family.

Side eye. She doesn’t trust you guys.

This is what she looks like from the top.

They obviously can’t stand each other.

 

What happens when you add ANOTHER NEWFIE?   Graham is taller, and thinner than Moose (and is my nephew’s dog).   As you can see, they get along horribly.

 

This is Moose when I took him to the do -it-yourself doggie place.

The Oschi.

Poor dog – shouldn’t have that many issues. But she was as sweet as can be despite that.

 

 

 

Remember when Leon used to do Mushroom stuff?  I found this out by my chicken coop – looked like a portabella to me.  Weird.

 

 

On last picture – me and Ian at the show last week:

 

Big Boob Friday

Everyone shut your smollet hole and pay attention for a second. Donald Trump is god’s gift to conservatives. You may quibble with his demeanor, his communication style, or his brash NY sensibilities. You may not quibble with his results. As George Washington once said of the great Civil War general Winston Churchill, ‘I can’t spare this man. He fights.’

Ladies and gentleman, I believe this is the difference between the GOP and Trump voters. The CC republicans can’t and won’t fight, whereas his base is begging for it. Brigadier General Jay-Z said it best when referring to the chickenheads of the Afrikorps on the eve of the battle of Saratoga…

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a ho (never trump)
This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me
I tried to ignore ’em, talk to the Lord
Pray for ’em, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight

If that doesn’t perfectly describe Jonah Goldberg I don’t what does. Loud as a motorbike, but couldn’t bust a grape in a food fight. Dammit man, do a few burpees and have some self respect.

Today’s model is a gorgeous and slim bed duster. You’re welcome! Please put down your ski masks, white face, clothesline, and red hats and welcome Antonella Khallo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

Dead Woodchuck Sighting

So Spring is finally here I think. I saw a dead woodchuck on the side of the road, the robins are chirping in the back yard, and i saw an eagle flying around with a large bunch of nesting material or a small child not sure which – maybe both; so Spring.

Big Boob Friday–Women’s Day Edition?

Hello fellow tempters of dairy freshness and welcome to another edition of Big Boob Friday. Huzzah! It’s been a glorious week on this here corner of the internet. It turns out that we do not like AOC and are split as to whether or not butter should remain between 33-35 degrees F at all times. Who would have thunk it?

A frightened Ms Bellringer gets a glimpse of MJs gentleman’s sausage

Monday Morning Mushrooms – 3,14159.00

Happy Martin (LK) Mushroom Monday!!

Whose turn is it to make breffiss?

Everything pies are always a great way to celebrate MLK Day amirite?

For the bacon and eggs crowd – here ya go, ya boring bastards.

Now onward and upward to mushroom stuff that MJ (aka Mushroom Junkie) soooo looks forward to on a crisp and beautiful Monday morning.

HHD

Good morning, Happy Halloween, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I could have poated a Halloween song, but I thought, nah, we’ll be inundated enough with “Spooky”, “Monster Mash”, and “Werewolves of London”, let’s go for something different. I found this song from an article about Coral Castle in Florida.

Now for the Halloween hunks.
Birthday boy Dermot Mulroney.

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!

 

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.

Secret Santa 2016: The Unwrapping

I’m stuck in a CPR class until 730, so if you can add your own photo here, go for it, otherwise, just email me and I’ll get them into the post ASAP.

Advent music:

Leon’s gift:

Jimbro’s gift:

Teresa’s gift:

and being modeled:

Brent’s gift:

XBradTC’s present:

Pupster’s Gift (?)

PUP EDIT: I’m not sure if this anonymous Amazon package was my SS gift or a Secret Nessie the Wonder Dog admirer, but thanks, she loves it.

Tomswifty received this bundle of goodies:

Seanm’s gifts:

Colorado Alex in Exile’s gift

Jay in Ames, pretty wrapping, seems to be popular!

Baby, it’s cold outside. But not inside!

MJ’s gift from Mare, if she really exists:

MMM 231: Independence

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.