Stuck in my head for like a week now. Time to exorcise the demon:
Cute girl just working out in practical clothing. Nice.
It appears that the main binders only have ~400 items left in them. Taking suggestions now on what do on Mondays to when they run out. I probably won’t listen to the suggestions but I will take them.
I think my cough is finally far enough in the rearview mirror that I can plan to work out this week. Feels like it’s been ages, and I’m bound to be sore, but it’s got to be done.
Is this still a triptych?
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?
I’m going to try and make some bread out of buckwheat sprouts next, because I’m trying to find something bread-like that I can feed to Possum that isn’t made with industrial waste products (try to find a commercial bread loaf with no canola or soybean oil that isn’t Ezekial Bread, good luck). I might have to get a grain mill attachment for my stand mixer, but it’s not like it gets used much now anyhow.
Anyone ever made buckwheat sourdough? Tell me how.
She looks perky.
Long “weekend”. Possum and I had lots of fun, but I get pretty drained trying to stay “on” for her for hours on end, so I’m a wreck this morning. Straight to pictures.
If you have complaints about this one, you just don’t like women.
Herro! Welcome to big boob Friday. It’s full of Friday and boobs so it must be WIN!!!!
I have no idea what I’m saying, really. Please disregard any comments that might pertain the shape and size of Hotspur’s asshole. It’s called phrenology people. Try to keep up.
So here we are; another end of the week, or beginning to some of us. For most of us, it’s just another day on the endless treadmill of winning that is the glorious reign of God Emperor Donald Trump II, long may he, er, reign. As you may know, I’ve written quite a few songs for your enjoymentness over the years, most of which you rightly decided were utter crap. This song is no different because it’s about you.
This week’s model is of the Asian persuasion…which is a total shocker. In between eating sushi and playing checkers with marbles, she likes to giggle quietly behind her hand and fantasize about large reptile like creatures fighting large moth like creatures. Please put down your bucket of chardonnay and welcome Vicki Li!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m at the customer site by the time you’ll read this, so my day is going to be less than pleasant, and I’m certain to be less present. I’m snapping this together quickly before I go do all my chores in preparation.
Starting the week off right with some sex cult/mobility exercises.
So I watched the heck out of this movie on HBO when I was a kid. It’s on Netflix now:
If you’ve got 90 minutes, it’s a great nostalgia piece. Sheen does his “sober guy” character for a change. And there’re a lot of Pontiacs going fast. And Turbo!