October Birfday Wishes – POS Poot Edition

So it seems the H2 pumpkin patch was busy in October the last hundred or so years.

I forgot to say HBD to the September Hostages so consider yourselves Wished.

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Now onward to the October Surprises

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Totally Trannie Tuesday – placeholder poat

Another edition of Who Can Stomp This POS Poat Fastest® begins now

Now for the tranny content you’ve all been waiting for –

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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.

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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!!!

MMM 262: the start of year 6

 

So I reckon these things mostly by how often I have 52 binders’ worth of weeks in the can, but last week was the end of year 5 of this august institution, making this the beginning of year 6.  How time flies, amirite?

RBF sufferer?

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MMM 235: The end of the drive

Not of MMM, mind you, but of my time in this weird job.  There are some parts of it I’m definitely going to miss (like my coworkers, and being able to kinda sorta talk about my job and having people be interested in it), and some parts I really won’t miss (like commuting past the airport, not having my kitchen right there for lunches, not having my gym nearby).  Friday (or possibly earlier, depends on when we determine that I’ve sufficiently brain-dumped to coworkers and management) will be my last day in the industry.  I am definitely going to miss the people.  They are generally great to work with even if we couldn’t talk about much else, and to a person they really want to solve the problem.  It’s been really nice to be part of a team that is focused, competent, and positive.  If things don’t work out with the new gig, they have said they’d have me back.  I don’t know that I’ll take them up on that, but I wouldn’t feel awful doing so.  Even if it’s “just a a job”, it really isn’t a bad one, I just think I’ve found a better one for me.

Okay, time for some abs.

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MMM 209: Year 5 begins…

And this grand institution rolls on.  So very, very much has changed since about now in 2012.  Right about then, I think we all hoped whoever won the hawkeye cock eye was going to knock SCOAMT out of office and at least slow the decline of our once great nation.  Such naive, optimistic fools we were.  The berning times cometh.  Or perhaps the bidening times.  Or the camacho times.  I’m hoping for the last of those.  At least there’ll be handies at Starbux, and I actually know how to grow food, so I’ll be presidentin’ before long.

Boxing.

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She might have cut off a little high.  Not complaining, just noting that her pockets are now useless.

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Is this effect achieved by a filter, or by colorizing a B&W image?

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The only bad thing I can see here is that it’s a crossfit gym.

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Cubs fan triptych.

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Valentine’s Day is coming up soon.

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I miss going to my gym.

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This is too washed out, but still pretty.

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More of that non-functional camo.

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February of 2016 begins.  Oh, and I’M STILL HERE.

I WILL NEVER ESCAPE.

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Introducing Joe Hengst and Sarah Joncas.

Like peanut butter and jam.

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