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Hello hair whippers and downloaders, welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born in New York City September 8, 1988. She stands 5’8″ 36E-25-36 and 130 lbs. Please say hello to Miss Tessa Lane!

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MMM 299: when it rains…

So we’ve now concluded that the water damage upstairs is entirely due to my piping of the cold drip into the hot tap not actually stopping the water.  It might not be so extensive as to need a drywaller, but we are going to have to mud and repaint part of the living room ceiling and the entirety of at least one wall.  The subfloor is coming out this afternoon and we’ll see if there’s anything more to it.  Also, one of the tires on the station wagon was leaking fast enough to make an audible hiss last night when we got home from church, so I get to change the tire as soon as it’s light out, assuming the spare (thank heaven it’s full-size) doesn’t need air first.  Also, I have a software delivery on Friday and the wife needs to be at the base tomorrow, so I get to spend all day being dad and then work a full day as soon as she gets home to catch up on that.

I think that’s everything.  I fully expect to twist an ankle feeding the horses shortly too.

Quads.

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One for You, One for Meme

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MMM 297: No Halloween costumes

Because I just didn’t have time to dig any new ones up.  Oh well.

Selfie or progress photo?

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Hello best friends, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model for today was born October 13th, 1988 in Mount Union, Pennsylvania.  5′ 4″, 44-28-36 and 135lbs, please keep traffic moving and welcome Miss Christy Marks!

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MMM 285: The Agenda is Everywhere

And historical ignorance abounds.  I tried to watch the Netflix Castlevania cartoon over the weekend and made it less than 4 minutes before thumbing it down.  Well-drawn, but utter garbage for writing.  For those who never played the games, Castlevania was about various members of the Belmont family fighting Dracula and his offshoots and allies at various points in late Medieval and early Renaissance history.  Men (white men!), faithful to God (going to church for restoration and items like holy water occurs in the early games), fighting a satanic, evil immortal being.

First scene of this shit is – in 1455 AD, we’re told – a Strong Independent Womantm marching past acres of impaled human bodies to Dracula’s castle.  She bravely enters and proceeds to… scold Dracula about being such a naughty person, then ask him to teach her his super-science so she can become a doctor.  A real doctor, not some cunning woman with poultices and boiling nettles.  Dracula (who is basically Disney’s Beast in terms of visible menace) tells her that he likes her spirit and then agrees to do as she asks.  The next scene is 1475 AD, where Lisa (aforementioned aspiring doctor) is being burned at the stake for witchcraft by a group of evil-looking priests, one of whom is a bishop.  The discussion they have while she burns explicitly conflates science and witchcraft, and the bishop gives one of the priests who says he’s been studying a bit of chemistry (“just a study, to better understand our enemies”) a sidelong glance of the “you might be next at the stake” sort.  I bailed.  WTF?  The only thing they got right was that everyone at least appeared to be European, and hey, nice shout-out with the “AD”.  Let’s completely ignore that the university system (invented by the Church for the advancement of Man) has existed for almost 500 years already, and the University of Paris was founded in 1045 AD with Medicine as one of it’s 4 foundational fields of inquiry.  I just want to punch a lot of retards in the face.  Must be Monday.

Her outfit is falling apart, someone help!

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MMM 280: Slowest work day of the year

Well, for those of us who actually work, it’ll likely be a painful crunch as we try to get things accomplished while 60% of the staff is officially out and 20% are just keeping their desks/cubicles/booths filled until they feel like they can duck out.

I had a weird dream.

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No, it didn’t look anything like that, it was about moving/replacing part of my fence that the idiotic former owners put across the property line.  Neighbor says he’s building a garage and the two things might end up too close together.  Time to build a privacy fence on that side or just sell the place.

Thick and monochrome.

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MMM 275: No more of that jive

Legs are killing me right now.  I had no time to prepare for that event, and I’m paying for it with pain and soreness from my traps (SYWM) to my calves.  I gotta go outside in a minute to feed animals and set the plant starts out, and it’s going to hurt far more than it ought to, plus I’ve still got the old mound to add to, and I’d wanted to build another nearby.  That’s going to be tough to get done this week unless I’m basically fully recovered tomorrow.  I’m a victim of peer pressure, I tell ya.

Her clothes aren’t even trying.

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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!!!