Not of MMM, mind you, but of my time in this weird job. There are some parts of it I’m definitely going to miss (like my coworkers, and being able to kinda sorta talk about my job and having people be interested in it), and some parts I really won’t miss (like commuting past the airport, not having my kitchen right there for lunches, not having my gym nearby). Friday (or possibly earlier, depends on when we determine that I’ve sufficiently brain-dumped to coworkers and management) will be my last day in the industry. I am definitely going to miss the people. They are generally great to work with even if we couldn’t talk about much else, and to a person they really want to solve the problem. It’s been really nice to be part of a team that is focused, competent, and positive. If things don’t work out with the new gig, they have said they’d have me back. I don’t know that I’ll take them up on that, but I wouldn’t feel awful doing so. Even if it’s “just a a job”, it really isn’t a bad one, I just think I’ve found a better one for me.
Okay, time for some abs.
It’s probably just the front end of the train, but I can see it.
I think these were named after Hostages!
Looks like Chumpo’s poat got misplaced so imma gonna fill in. ( I see the pictures all there in the media folder though …)
Today – on display – is a sampling of lefty mindset on facebook. Here are their “arguments”. Basically there is no discussion. Instead they post stupid memes that apparently are supposed to shut us up with ‘their truth to power’.
Here are a few which have appeared:
It doesn’t help to argue with any of the “facts” on any of these memes.
You’ll just get a text on your phone from saying “Please do not discuss things on my facebook posts”.
What do you do with a problem like this?
I guess you’d have to go for some kind of Social Justice Rock Paper Scissors game. We could call it Rock Privilege Scissors.
First, let’s start with a joke:
Follow me below the fold for your regularly scheduled pogrom…
Good morning repeat customers to the Fappening II, Oprah Poses with Stedman and Gail. I think you are all disgusting pigs for looking at boobs of really hot chicks because I’m a feminist and feminists defend the right for ugly chicks to pretend they are having sex. Which leads me to our second topic: what song did MJ write?
I guess we could think about the weekend like this: rather than Dave falling into a body of water, The Almighty Hisself was going to recognize TITR by making the body of water fall onto Dave. Blog people, we are going to bear witness to a miracle in the desert…rain. To those of you that couldn’t make it…I wrote this song for you way back in 1975 with a bunch of hosers with really bad teeth, limited musical talent, and a scorching case of herpes.
This is a hot chick with great big titties and a British accent. Her name is Libby Smith and I’m 99.99% sure that you’ve seen her before, either in your Fappening folder or in a former edition of BBF. Please put down your tweezers and weenus and give her a big ‘ol welcome!!!!!!!!!!!!!