Holding Poat – Bad Trip part ducks

that’s french you ignant bastards –

MMM 277: Again, already?

Yep, it’s already Monday.  I got absolutely nothing done over the weekend because I was on dad duty, and she’s really not at the point where I can rely on her to stay nearby while I do most yard work, nearly all of which is dangerous or excessively dirty anyhow.  It was also much too hot to do much outside, and she wasn’t napping well for me.  I think I watched 27 episodes of Dora.

Blonde in monochrome.

BBF

Hello good people, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model is a former cam girl, current porn star, who made a video of petting the kitty in the school library that went viral and got her expelled.  Born in Salem, Oregon on June 16, 1995, 5’9″ 32G-25-35 and 125lbs.  Please form an orderly line and check out Miss Kendra Sunderland.

Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo

That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.

So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.

The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.

So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’

Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.

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This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!

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!

Big Boob Friday

Hello weekday and weekend warriors. This has been a really interesting week for the MJ household. First, I found out that although interpuppet sex generally doesn’t end with procreation, we have succeeded. Second, wiser can suck a dick, nay a whole bag of them. And finally, the blog really misses Cyn. Whatever Jimbro, Pupster, and James did to run her off will requires punishment. I suggest that we each send them a flaming bag of gratitude.

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I wrote this song for Hotspur.

MMM 230: I feel dirty

Well, not really, at least not after my shower.  But I was fool enough to work hard outside in the hottest part of the day on the hottest day of the year thus far.  That ended in me collapsing on the couch for almost 2 hours after nearly passing out in the garden.  Not heatstroke, just really dehydrated.  Then I ate burrito meat and drank a lot of tea and felt, well, not much better.  Headache that hasn’t gone away by the time I’m writing this (about 10PM on Sunday).  Hoping I can sleep okay.

Interview Friday went okay.  Supposed to hear something as early as today (Monday), assuming the Friday afternoon conversations went well.  I should certainly know by the end of the week, or so I’m told.  Meaningless.  I have to work and behave today as though I have to work here another 25 years.  Yay.

I’m not sure why you need a weighted sack while kicking.

MMM 225: So many irons in the fire

So there’s a chance of a job in South Bend, Potential Future Bossman is coming up to teach a class and have lunch with me next week, and the company that owns the building my previous company used to own but I got kicked out of when the new company bought it might want to employ me after all.

I thought about how I’d say that sentence in Spanish and then got a headache so I stopped.

Anyhow, there’s an ever-increasing chance of me escaping the auto industry.  Unfortunately, I’ve now been there so long that I’m going to feel a not-insignificant amount of guilt in leaving.  I don’t think it will have an extreme impact on the project in any event, but it’s possible I’ll leave some hurt feelings in my wake.  I still have no passion for the program (and occasional bouts of outright antipathy), so it’s still the right thing to do.

Weather’s good, Tri-Adventure Race is behind me, multiple tiny slivers hope for the future whether it means a move or not.  Glass status: half full.

Tasteful B&W.

Disco Superfly, Disco Lemondade

Who wants candy? Or more appropriately, who wants to know what the hell I’ve been prattling on about for the past few weeks? Follow below the fold for a full explanation of what I’m obsessed with as of late.

But first, let’s do a little music. I wrote this song in the 90s while I was in a group called Marcy’s Playground. We were going to call it Sheryl Anderson’s Playground but it just didn’t have the same ring so we went with the clueless slit licker from the Peanuts.

MMM 166: I’d like to check her for ticks

Greetings, homies and homos, welcome to Monday. Today we’re going to talk about gardens, our feckless, ignoble, and tyrannical government, exercise and fitness, and very likely recipes.

But first we’re going to look at pictures of trannies, like this dude.