Next Monday will be President Trump’s first Monday on the job. Former VP Biden will be tooling around in his new Corvette, and 0bama will be reduced to plotting how best to destroy America from outside the White House.
Per what I’ve heard from the Left, by this time next Monday, millions of Messican invader families will be shattered by the Trumpenmarine. Womyn will be sent home from all military jobs, possibly all jobs. VP Pence will be prowling about with a portable electrocution device killing homosexuals. Oh, and blacks will all be property again, or something like that. Hollywood and fun will be outlawed. The world will be literally on fire from global warming.
Did I miss anything? Let me know in the comments.
Marred by ink.
Just a bit too much shadow here.
Something seems “off” here.
A little too skinny, maybe.
How long do you suppose she held this?
Looks like California. Wonder if they’ll do us a favor and secede.
She looks intense.
Happy Monday, everyone. Enjoy these last few days before Trumpmaggedon.
Also, remember to tune in to WATR today at mid-day!
Dear fuquar’s de hose,
It’s that time of year again…Halloween(er)!!!!!!
As you know, we’ve spent the past 18 years showing each other our pumpkins, and this year is not the time to quit. We are simply 2 legitimate to do so. 2 legit to quit.
This Saturday, at 12pm EST I will begin a thread so scary, so frightening, so goddamn shart inducing that you’ll, er, shart.
Side note: I would like a thesaurus for Christmas. Just sayin’.
See you this Saturday,
Here you go, horoscopes:
Nine days from now I will have worked here for a year. Neat. Overall, I’ve gotten sort of used to the idea, and I’ve made my peace with it. The rejection from the old office stung, a lot, but even I admit that I bombed the interview. I’m sure it will work out for the best, and there are things I wasn’t looking forward to even if I had gotten an offer. I was even considering turning it down if it came, particularly if the money wasn’t a big step up. There is still an outside chance of me going to work for my friend the wizard doing cyber-security stuff, but I have to live and work every day as though that’s never happening, otherwise I might not put in an honest day’s work or plan properly for the future that it’s entirely likely I’ll be part of.
Redhead. Possibly real, but who cares?
I remember it. Not well, because it sucked and it wasn’t really something I could relate to as a little white boy in the suburbs, but I’m pretty sure Two-Two-Seven was a black sitcom with mostly female leads in the 80’s.
Yep. Aired from ’85 and ’89, starred Marla Gibbs and Jackée Harry. There was really nothing there for me. Pretty sure it still sucked, even if you could relate to it.
Anyhow, Pupster sent me this, so you can all accuse him of being into trannies too.
Another week begins, our grieving continues. Not gonna jabber about my issues this week, just going to wish for a good week for us all, and that we should all feel the courage and joy we need to face it.
Now, a hot chick on a pole.
It’s probably just the front end of the train, but I can see it.
So I work with a lot of democrats. They aren’t shy about it, either. Happily they rush to virtue signal to each other about how “xenophobic” the Trumpkins are, or how Ted Cruz (!) who memorized the Constitution at age 13 nonetheless does not understand it.
Yeah, that Ted Cruz. The guy who’s won cases before SCOTUS.
I thought having coworkers again would be one nice feature of ceasing the telecommute.
I WAS WRONG. I’m not a confrontational guy, I don’t want to argue or even talk about politics at work, and I sure as heck don’t want to listen while my coworkers express derision and disdain for me (and most readers of this site), even if unwittingly.
Somehow, some way, this is all to the good. Some good thing will come out of my disastrous decision to join this endeavor. I have made every effort to escape, and I keep hitting walls or just plain having bad luck. So I wait, and I pray, and I look for ways to escape. I was trying to get out before annual bonuses come out, but it looks less and less likely at this point.
I like nice calves.
Christmas flips a tire.
Bellybutton sans lint.
She looks fun.
This is all artistic ‘n’ stuff.
Deadlifts are just as good for the booty as squats, possibly better.
More arty stuff.
Wistfully looking outside.
Week 29 begins. My whining continues.
Well, the second week of 2016 is here, and none of us has won Pooterball yet, so I’m headed back to the office today. Yay. Okay, that’s all the bitching I’m doing today. Picture time.
Yoga for the kickoff.
I’m getting fat. Not making/getting time for the gym, barely eating right, not getting enough sleep, and I turn 40 next week. Fatherhood and this whole “driving to work” thing is killing me. The former is worth it, the latter is not. I need motivation this week, and lots of it.
Also sleep. And some steak. And less alcohol. And like a hundred pullups.
I miss you all. No time to write before I have to be in bed so I can sleep really fast and get up early to get a few hours on the clock at the office before my wife has to go to a dental appointment and I have to hang out with Li’l Possum for the afternoon. This is the 200th MMM poat — believe it or else — so I should really have done something auspicious. I didn’t.
So, pictures! First, a triptych.