Good morning, January’s almost over. Who’s ready to spend hours of unpaid labor to ensure they’re complying with a mountain of “laws” written by oligarchs with no input from those held captive to this pile of bullshit, all to take fake money out of circulation to act as the only brake on runaway inflation from the degenerates doing all the printing?
This makes more sense to, a simple man with no schemes to control others or cheat my way to wealth.
Where I am, Old Man Winter appears to be taking a breather before getting back to it. I can relate.
If I saw this in the gym, I’m pretty sure I’d have a hard time looking away and getting on with proper gym bidness.
Is it Monday again? The week between makes things a little blurry, and I still need to check the work calendar to see if today is Monday or Monday Monday.
Quadrych? And it features quads.
Happy 2nd day of Christmas. Dunno if you’re working today, but I’m off. Last week of the third year in the suckiest trilogy ever, make it count. And have hope, for the enemies of God and Man that rule the present age are prideful, arrogant, and ridiculous.
This looks uncomfortable.
Reminder: gee mail my name if you want in on Secret Santa this year, cut off is Dec 2.
Minimalist underwear set.
Last full week of November. Short week at work for most of us, let’s get to it.
That environment can’t be good for the plates or bar.
And here we are, Ides of November and all that jazz.
Living a balanced life, at least in one sense.
Still got a lingering cough. Would have liked to sleep more, but that’s not in the cards.
Sunrise or sunset?
How is it already October? Oh well, expect surprises. It’s been 3 years, maybe they can roll out a new plague or start finally start WW3, whatever it takes to screw with elections and kill freedom.
Some new content today, not recycled from the archives.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
Get TITS2 & The H2 Stuff
Smelling a Rat since March 2009 