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Hello anticipators and wally-ballers, welcome to Big Boob Friday,

 

 

Your model for today was born August 20, 1980 in Baltimore, Maryland.  5’7″, 34D-24-34 and 119lbs, please pick up the spare and welcome Miss Christi Shake!

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Hello fairies, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model for today was born November 15th, 1984 in Bury, Greater Manchester, England, Great Britain, United Kingdom.  34F-25-37, 5’9″ and 140lbs, please tickle your platypus and welcome, Miss Gemma Atkinson!

Apropos Of Nothing

There are certain words and phrases we occasionally encounter when reading that we sort of know their meaning. We might have looked up them up once in the distant past, know a root word or understood by intuition the intended meaning within the context it was used. “Apropos of nothing” is one of those phrases for me. I don’t think I’ve ever uttered those words in conversation. I may have imagined myself saying them somewhere in the English countryside before politely asking someone to please pass the Grey Poupon mustard. Well, after a lifetime of waiting for the moment, I finally wrote the words in an email to someone where I linked a story about the use of poppy seed oil to increase fertility. I’d never heard of that technique before and was still processing the concept in my head when I wrote a friendly email and just had to share the story. Which is what prompted the “apropos of nothing” lead in to the link.

So what’s it mean? Stolen from the world wide web I give you this definition:

Without reference to anything. // Without any apparent reason or purpose.

Does that sound like anything we all know and love? A certain blog? Rhymes with “The Sausages“? I’m sure you all have similar words you run across that you have the same feeling about.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I have been watching Turner Classic Movies’ 31 Days of Oscar and enjoying the days when an Academy Award went to a good film, not an exercise in box-checking diversity. I fully expect them to create a new category for Best Performance by a Transgender, lest someone win for both Actor and Actress.

So humor me for a little nostalgia trip. Yeah, I know the pics don’t match the movie, but the movie is what they were nominated for, and I picked the pic I liked.

Streets of Wire

This bright light goes by the handle Bascove.  She is a New York Artist and she and her architect husband have a grand ole’ tyme researching her subjects.  I think they do very well.

Saturday Shakespearean Sonnet

Let’s just get this out of the way right upfront:

Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that, on to the poetry:

O, fake internet friends, how they slack off
When the long week’s toil is done and ended.
Whether they do Crossfit or just jack off,
The blog on weekends moulders, unamended.
Exceptions come, sometimes, from our Jimbro
Or if the Puppeh isn’t chasing tail.
But too often we are stuck in limbo
And Friday’s buxom freshness starts to fail.
I know well that all of you have lives
While weekends find me cloistered here at work.
But thirty-some hours on a poat is jive—
Yeah, “jive” is weak; you write the next poem, jerk!
So ends my verse, now let comments commence,
And maybe push this down some hours hence.

Kitchen Wire

Meet Jim Houser

b.1973 Philadelphia

So, November

I was sorry to hear that we lost Fred Thompson today. I wanted to vote for him back in ’08, but didn’t even get the pleasure of casting a primary ballot for him. Such is life. RIP, Fred.
 

 
Well, let’s see what else this month has in store for us…

The End is Nigh or Something

So, there’s supposed to be a lunar eclipse or a supermoon or a blood moon or all three tonight. I think the gist of it is that the moon is supposed to blow up or some junk. I’m not sure, but Roamy could probably blind you with the science behind it. That is, if the moon wasn’t fake. Anyway, these guys wrote a song to celebrate the occasion:

More moon facts below the jump:

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Hello Bros, Hoes, Joes, and Roamy, welcome to Big Boob Friday.

I skipped to 1 minute 24 seconds to avoid the intro movie garbage…or you know you could just ignore this NSFW song. Whatever.

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I couldn’t figure out how to work these in and I’m old and tired.

Bebe Pepe

Bebe Sox

Bebe Uniball

Your model for today is British, so she’s got some fucked up teeth, acts slutty and has big boobs, naturally. She’s an actress who’s been on British TV soaps since she was 10 years old and is a bit of a chameleon with her hair color, which I like. She’s been gif-ed here a lot but never featured until now. Born August 7th, 1990 in Bury, Greater Manchester, UK, she stands 5′ 3″ and 125 lbs, 37DD-25-36, please get off my back long enough to welcome Helen Flanagan!