Big Boob Friday–Women’s Day Edition?

Hello fellow tempters of dairy freshness and welcome to another edition of Big Boob Friday. Huzzah! It’s been a glorious week on this here corner of the internet. It turns out that we do not like AOC and are split as to whether or not butter should remain between 33-35 degrees F at all times. Who would have thunk it?

A frightened Ms Bellringer gets a glimpse of MJs gentleman’s sausage

Big Boob Swat Hump

Hello pervs, and welcome to the wonderful world of high fallutin’ sushi grade tatas.

Have you missed us? Yes.

Have you missed me? No.

Who is the other person I referred to above? NUNYA.

Listen to this song and Joe Rogan’s latest interview of Alex Jones. It all makes sense, man.

Monkey Meat Madness – Tuesday Tales of the Bush

“I told my children that we cannot continue eating bush meat or any dry meat because we fear that the Ebola is very near now,”

Next thing you know people will stop having sex in the bush too….

Thursday Teabagger Treat

Well, after covering coffee last week it was only natural that I shift my focus to its Limey bastard cousin; tea. Surely tea drinking began somewhere in China and caught on elsewhere along the Silk Road trading route (I just made that last part up but I’ve found that if use terms like “Silk Road trading route” people will often believe the rest of the verbal diarrhea that flows from your mouth). Alright, where were we? Tea. Pretty popular drink everywhere. Great Britain. Ireland. India. China. Wakanda? Not so much.

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!!!

Happy Birfday, Joe

Joe Strummer, the late lead singer from The Clash, would have been 64 today. 2016 has been such a shitty year that I’m frankly surprised he didn’t somehow come back to life only to die again.

Now, I know that punk rock isn’t really most of the Hostages’ favorite kind of music, but these guys are one of my favorite bands. Plus, we needed a new poat until leon puts up tomorrow’s Motivational Madness. And your mom thinks this song rocks.
 

Wire Control

Witness the floating orbs of Masakatsu Sashie

b.1974 Kanazawa, Japan.

Again with the not a lot of biographical info on the artist.

Dystopian coffee machines.

J

Anchors aweigh.

Thanks for viewing.

 

Have a wonderful day.

Meanwhile, at Bizarro H2…

I guess that site would be called “The Kidnappers.”