Hello weekday and weekend warriors. This has been a really interesting week for the MJ household. First, I found out that although interpuppet sex generally doesn’t end with procreation, we have succeeded. Second, wiser can suck a dick, nay a whole bag of them. And finally, the blog really misses Cyn. Whatever Jimbro, Pupster, and James did to run her off will requires punishment. I suggest that we each send them a flaming bag of gratitude.
I wrote this song for Hotspur.
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.
And this grand institution rolls on. So very, very much has changed since about now in 2012. Right about then, I think we all hoped whoever won the hawkeye cock eye was going to knock SCOAMT out of office and at least slow the decline of our once great nation. Such naive, optimistic fools we were. The berning times cometh. Or perhaps the bidening times. Or the camacho times. I’m hoping for the last of those. At least there’ll be handies at Starbux, and I actually know how to grow food, so I’ll be presidentin’ before long.
She might have cut off a little high. Not complaining, just noting that her pockets are now useless.
Is this effect achieved by a filter, or by colorizing a B&W image?
The only bad thing I can see here is that it’s a crossfit gym.
Cubs fan triptych.
Valentine’s Day is coming up soon.
I miss going to my gym.
This is too washed out, but still pretty.
More of that non-functional camo.
February of 2016 begins. Oh, and I’M STILL HERE.
I WILL NEVER ESCAPE.
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.