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 – Bond, James Bond edition

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. As we bid farewell to Roger Moore, it seemed like a good time to have a James Bond edition of HHD.
Also, farewell too soon to Chris Cornell. Rest in peace.

In random order, George Lazenby.

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!!!

April Fool Silliness

New day, new poat.

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Sorry I missed last week – it was just one of those days. Let’s get started.

Decent one above the break.

When Bunnies Attack

It’s not all glamour at cute bunny headquarters. There’s a Dark Side, too.

(just softening up the blow, not a real “Dark Side” picture)

BBF

Hello dog whistlers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Our subjects today are naturally attached to a Romanian Glamour Model, born August 17th, 1989.  She towers over MJ at 5’4″, and measures 42F-28-37.  Please stop being aloof long enough to welcome, Miss Luna Amor!

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Many thanks to Pirate’s Cove for the linky love. Kind of out of words for today, so let’s keep it simple.
Music.

Decent-looking chap above the fold.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.

My new boss looks like a little grayer version of this guy.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I heard this on the radio, and remembering the video made me think of Chumpo at a fancy Hollowood party.

I would love to see how they edit the transitions from reality to cardboard cutouts, especially the pool at the end.
Well, now that the Olympics are over and there’s crap on network TV, it’s back to Netflix. Mr. RFH and Mini-me are watching “The Shannara Chronicles”. I haven’t gotten into it yet, but I don’t hate it. We now have a drinking game if a demon shows up.
Manu Bennett