HHD

Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I’m out of words today, so let’s get started.

Let’s see who’s in the folder for today.
Joseph Fiennes.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.
The news about a 737 made me think about this song.

In the hunky folder for today are:

HHD – another Olympic edition

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Take a break from the curling for a bit.

Let’s see who’s in the HHD folder for today.
Mikael Kingsbury, inspired by the Salt Lake Games. (Okay, that made me feel old. Still a good story.)

Gallimaufry Thursday

Fancy word for a hodgepodge that I’ve never heard before but describes this poat to a “T”. The Oprah made a brave and historic speech the other night at the Golden Globes. At least that’s what every liberal commentator in the MSM is claiming. It’s almost time for the liberal pollsters to tell us her overwhelming odds of victory.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
I was sorry to hear that the flautist for Moody Blues, Ray Thomas passed away. I remember trying to play the flute part from this song.

Let’s see who is in the hunky folder for today. Safe one above the fold.

HHD

Well, I’m disappointed but not too surprised by the AL election results. Moore had a loyal evangelical base and not much else, and Shelby’s appeal for write-ins must have worked. The last number I saw was 22K for write-ins, and Moore lost by less than that. This all wouldn’t have happened if the Luv Gov had kept it in his pants, because then no one would have figured appointing Strange was a little quid pro quo. I’m just sad that Schumer will have a puppet in AL until at least 2020, and I can only hope Sessions as Attorney General is worth losing the seat.
But enough of the political commentary, let’s have an HHD poat.
First, the song.

Then, the hunks.

Weekend funnies

Still have guests hanging around in their heavy carb/tryptophan comas? Or stuck at the kids’ table out of town? (cough*Wiser*cough) Here’s some funnies to cheer you up.

I Love Me Some Meme

My Mom

Since you sonsabitches are always making “your mom” comments, I thought it would be nice to make a poat about our moms. Feel free to update this poat with photos and stories of your own. Or if you’re too retarded to figure out how to add content, send it to me and I’ll do it for you.

My mom was born November 7, 1921 in Detroit. In those days women did not generally go to the hospital to give birth, so my mom was born at home on Drexel Ave.

My mom attended Catholic school through eighth grade, then she enrolled in a high school that taught, among other things, how to become a seamstress. After graduating as a seamstress, she went to work in a very upscale women’s clothing store which no longer exists – Himelhoch’s – pronounced himmelhose. She worked in alterations where she remained until WWII.

While my dad was over in Italy patching B-24s that returned from missions (if they were lucky) all shot to hell, my mom went to work as a clerk at Fort Wayne Ordinance Depot in Detroit.

BBF

Hello runners and rooster-huggers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

Your model for today was born August, 14 1990 in San Pedro, CA. 5’5″, 35D-24-35, please endeavour to persevere and say hello to Miss Jaclyn Swedberg!