Holding Poat – Bad Trip part ducks

that’s french you ignant bastards –

MMM 270: No naked chicks

I really meant to take a picture of the new chicks out in the barn and have “naked chicks, above the fold!” as a scare title, but then we’d be waiting another half hour.

Let’s just pretend I did that and it was hilarious.

Pretty smile.  Pretty girl.

BBF

Hello hummers and dogs who know the words, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model today was born on March 19, 1995 in Basingstoke, Hampshire, England.  She measures 30G-24-32 on the headturner scale, and stands 5’10” and the obligatory 125 lbs.  Please get off the barre and welcome, Miss Jamie Love aka Alice Brookes!

MMM 265: Binders getting shallow

It appears that the main binders only have ~400 items left in them.  Taking suggestions now on what do on Mondays to when they run out.  I probably won’t listen to the suggestions but I will take them.

Horizontal rows.

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.

MMM 256: Depths of Winter

It’s going to be pretty warm here today (21F) but thankfully not so warm that the pond will melt, so I’m planning to do some limbing of my fallen pines with a bow saw while the ice is good and firm.  On the down side, I saw an opossum in the barn last night and had to set the trap.  If I catch it, I’ll either have to chop a hole to drown it, try to kill it with truck exhaust, hatchet the poor thing, or shoot it.  I don’t really want to clean up the hatchet or the gun, so I may try exhaust.  No, I will not use the flamethrower.

Oh, and I have to put in something like 10-12 hours at work (all paid, at least). How’s your day ahead look?

This seems a little risque, how’d it get into the binders?

Big Phat Poat

Long time commenter and flyboy Phat expressed a fondness in the last poat for Michael Steel, and since he’s looking for entertainment I thought I’d not judge but accommodate his proclivities.

MMM 242: Don’t try this at home

In case any Monday-only lurkers missed this:

Anyhow, I’ll probably need to hit the weeds a few more times. Be sure to check out the rest of the videos on that channel if you want to see some cool coloring stuff. The channel owner has her own coloring book coming out soon that looks pretty fun if you’re into that sort of thing.

This isn’t her.

MMM 241: I have a squirt gun

A massive, 3.5gal reservoir, backpack-mounted, CO₂-powered squirt gun.  I’ve also got a couple of mounting brackets and a propane torch with some aftermarket modifications.  Now, the clever person might surmise that the attachment of the latter to the former and the filling of the reservoir with something flammable… well, that could get super interesting and dangerous, couldn’t it?  It’s supposed to rain later, and I blistered my hands a bit yesterday cutting some of the phragmites a little further away from things that I might not want on fire.  The hardest part will be not cackling like a madman.

I can’t do this and that’s okay.

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.