Music Poat

I know you’ll all ignore this anyway, but once I get it out of my system perhaps we’ll all feel better.

Last Few Days At Camp

In Maine I discovered early on that quite a few people have a camp they migrate to in the summer. “Camp” is a term with a wide latitude. It may mean a shack with an outhouse out in the williwacks or an oceanfront mansion next to the Bush clan down in Kennebunkport. Ours is a worn out place built in the 60’s with a living room floor that’s uneven, a plumbing / septic system that gives us fits and hideous wallpaper in the bedrooms. The main attraction? The screened in porch is 10 feet from the water’s edge. It really is beautiful. There are a lot of PITA things we deal with given that our neighbors are just 30 feet away on either side of us but I’ve grown to like the change of pace that our summers give us now. Once the kids head back to school it becomes a challenge to head up for the weekend or even a day. By the time we pack everyone’s crap up, two dogs and their food, buy groceries, etc we’re all frazzled. We’ll see what happens after the kids are moved out.

Holding Poat – Bad Trip part ducks

that’s french you ignant bastards –

Anus Lickers

What a nasty title –

One of you reprobates make sure you stomp this POS poat ASAP – it’s your calling in life.

Oh & anyone that’s stupid enough to open the following links at work needs to be self employed, or fired… or both – fair warning.

I guess some people will do anything given the right circumstances.

Thursday New Poat

Good morning boys and girls and xbrads.

Here’s a fresh poat for everyone.

Scott and LauraW continue their vacation. Beasn continues the home improvement project from hell.

After five years out I’ve started to get recruitment letters asking me if I want to apply for a commission in the Army Reserve. They must be truly desperate for people.

Leon is busy denouncing the moral degredation of today’s youth.  Car in, meanwhile, has had enough of your shit.  Perhaps she shouldn’t have sent Ethan to Jimbro to get his surgery.  MJ’s busy trying to keep the spice in his marriage.

Wait… where the fuck is Xbrad?

Mare needs a little encouragement some mornings.

Shhhh… it’s going to be ok, Pupster.

Should we organize a 21-rep salute?

And now, some music:

This pretty much sums up how I feel most days. But then I realize that I have you assholes as my fake internet friends, and everything is going to be alright.

This one’s just plain fun. As is this one.

Go forth and take on the world. Remember, it’s Thursday night, so celebrate.

Upon Which We Proclaim Our Joy for The C**t’s Demise

 

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Added, cuz it’s freakin hilarious!

Patriotic Wire

Came across this site while gloating aboutsearching for election results. Steve Penley. Lots of American imagery, including a lot of Presidents.

Car In D’art

I’ve got art and shit around my house, so if Chumpo is too busy  I’m happy to fill in.    I’m not really sure who did any of this stuff, but beggars can’t be choosers. So sit back and enjoy the show.

This first work my mom gave to me several years ago, and it was done by some local artist. Neat huh?

Up next, this piece is on Inter-family loan to the O’Brien household from my mil. It’s some Japanese something or other.  It looks nice in the hallway.   THe picture is a tad blurry … whatever.  I think you can make out the relevant parts of this work.

What do we have next? Ah yes. This is the piece I bought Pat from Chumpo’s older installments of Wire.    I finally got it framed. Looks nice, no?

Moving right along, we now have on of my own works … a picture of the greatest dog ever. Greta. *wipes tear away. I know, I know. It’s crooked.  They make medications for OCD, you know …

This is by a dude out of Toledo who does these statue things. I like ’em.

This is a new piece to Gallery O’Brien  – just a funny little thing that makes me happy.  And it looks awesome in that spot.

And finally, what post from me would not be complete w/o a picture of Moose?  WHo’s a good boy?  YOU ARE!

I hope everyone has enjoyed a little peak into the high art to be found at my house.

19th Annual Halloween Extravaganza Post

Hello fellow H2ers. As you all know, October 29th or 30th is the day that we all set aside our differences–zumba or crossfit, fish sticks or chicken nuggets, terrible heavy metal or terrible alt-rock, test anxiety or work anxiety, grabbing pussies or manginas, flame throwers or hot pepper induced magma sharts, pickles or cheetos,– to celebrate our annual Halloween extravaganza and the ritual circumcision of a perfectly good gourd.

Please post pictures of your carlos-o-lanterns, your kids candy haul, a house that you egged and tee-peed, or funny Halloween stuff.

In case you missed it…here’s the drink recipe from this week’s SES.

Zombie MJ

1 oz light rum

1 oz gold rum

1.5 oz dark rum

1/2 oz 151 proof rum

1/2 oz pineapple juice

1/2 oz papaya juice

1/2 oz fresh lime juice

Fill a pint glass almost full with ice. In a shaker, combine the light, dark, and gold rum. Add the juice, and shaky shaky. Pour over the ice, and pour the 151 proof rum over the back of a spoon to float it on the drink.

Fun garnish: Take a sprig of mint and dip it in lime juice then coat it in sugar. It should dry with the sugar adhered to the mint. Very pretty.

Happy Halloween, babies. 

MJ:

 

Happy Birfday, Joe

Joe Strummer, the late lead singer from The Clash, would have been 64 today. 2016 has been such a shitty year that I’m frankly surprised he didn’t somehow come back to life only to die again.

Now, I know that punk rock isn’t really most of the Hostages’ favorite kind of music, but these guys are one of my favorite bands. Plus, we needed a new poat until leon puts up tomorrow’s Motivational Madness. And your mom thinks this song rocks.