From Teresa, to you.

Teresa sent a thank you card to all of us. Apologies for my terrible lighting/photography skills.

Love you too, TinFW.

Thanks again to all the Hostages who gave to the group gift as well as individually. You guys really are the best.

BBF

Hello movers and shakers, welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born May 7th, 1987 in Lyon, France. 37E-25-35, 5’4″ and 114lbs, please get down in front and say bonjour to Miss Anissa Kate!

Music Poat

I know you’ll all ignore this anyway, but once I get it out of my system perhaps we’ll all feel better.

Happy Independence Day

Good morning, my friends. Your liberal professors and in-the-tank media keep trying to tell us how awful our country is, but at the end of the day, people still want to be here, still want to become citizens (waves at Tushar), still know in their hearts that Reagan was right. A sincere thank you to all who serve and who have protected this way of life.


Now go grill some meat and blow shit up.
Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.

Sweet Wonderful People

I got some things in the mail recently. You gotta see these. First, MJ sent me a graduation present.

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!!!

BBF

Hello hummers and dogs who know the words, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model today was born on March 19, 1995 in Basingstoke, Hampshire, England.  She measures 30G-24-32 on the headturner scale, and stands 5’10” and the obligatory 125 lbs.  Please get off the barre and welcome, Miss Jamie Love aka Alice Brookes!

RIP, Lipstick

A sweet lady passed away much too soon.

I met Lipstick at the Tempe In The Sun meatup and have fond memories of sitting by the pool, talking about this and that, and giggling about Chad. I never did get the full story of why Lipstick’s feet are included in Proof of Life, so I hope someone can fill me in.
I have family near Lipstick’s hometown and can personally vouch for Windber Hospice as good people.
I don’t know what else to say, other than I’m glad to have known her and I’m so sorry she’s left us.
Feel free to update this poat.
Thank you, Scott, for letting us know.

Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuuuuuesssdayyyy.

Here. Take this. It’s just a series of pictures. Cute cats and dogs upon ye.

That’s it. Didn’t hurt, right? Right. Thanks for your patient attention.

Have a wonderful Tuesday. If you can. Just try, okay?

BBF

Hello personal space monkies, and welcome to Big Boob Friday!

 

 

 

Your model for today is a 20 something student from Los Angeles, CA, who made her big break playing tennis in a bikini on Youtube. Please stop crowding each other and welcome, Miss Elizabeth Anne!