A sweet lady passed away much too soon.
I met Lipstick at the Tempe In The Sun meatup and have fond memories of sitting by the pool, talking about this and that, and giggling about Chad. I never did get the full story of why Lipstick’s feet are included in Proof of Life, so I hope someone can fill me in.
I have family near Lipstick’s hometown and can personally vouch for Windber Hospice as good people.
I don’t know what else to say, other than I’m glad to have known her and I’m so sorry she’s left us.
Feel free to update this poat.
Thank you, Scott, for letting us know.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. A little bit of escapism is needed for today, I think.
Let’s see some hunks.
Mike Rowe. One man trying to change things for the better, and I have a lot of respect for that.
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.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Stop hiding the bodies long enough to have some coffee and make fun of my selections.
Rocketboy introduced Mini-me and me to RWBY, a pretty entertaining anime series with some kick-ass music.
Now let’s see what’s in the hunky folder for today.
A night for sharing.
I’ll open with Psychostick. This one is for Sean, and his beard.
And this one is just a classic.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get it started.
I was all set to put more effort into this week’s HHD to make up for last week, when Beasn went and gave me all the poat fodder I needed. Thank you, ma’am. This week’s hunks are courtesy of the Charleston, SC firefighters and their calendar fundraiser to help abused and abandoned animals. Hubba hubba!
Meanwhile, south of the boarder we find Edgar Argaez making art happen.
Argaez hails from Monterrey.
(artist not pictured)
He has a standing gig called Pimp My Ruins.
Wiser, please to pick me up a PMR shirt or maybe a sundial at the gift shop?
Argaez is very current so you might see some of his work around.
Thanks for viewing.
Have a Wonderful Day.