Big Boob Friday

I’m just gonna apologize in advance for what’s about to happen here today. Deeply, and with heartfelt empathy for your flaccid donut, I’m sorry.

Today’s musical selection is of the deep hizouse variety and features a smokin’ hot Eastern European babe as the visual accompaniment to a lovely track. I wrote this while measuring the hourly bacteria count on countertop butter. That’s a lie. I didn’t write this song. I’ll allow you a second to recover.

Honestly, I feel bad about this. Brandy Talore is a former adult movie star, turned professional trailer trash, back to porn, then back to full time trash. She got her start in the yogurt catching business after a brief stint as a nude model. But fear not, she made sure that her family knew what she was doing. It’s also posited that her rather large udders and nips were the products of nursing two children all before the advanced age of 22. Nine years later Brandy called it quits but then briefly came back to the biz in 2017. To say that the off camera years were a bit hard on her is like saying that Illan Omar has the grace of a debutante. Poor fap disaster!

Amy Shumer?

Weekend Memes

 

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition on Hunky Hump Day.
I thought about posting “The Wall” in honor of President Trump’s speech but decided not to antagonize the anti-Pink Floyd people. How’s this.

Now for the hunks.

BBF

Hello children, and welcome to Big Bibacious Friday.

 

bibacious (bɪˈbeɪʃəs) adjective  – tending to drink in excess

 

 

Your model for today was born in Surrey, England May 16th, 1989.  She stands 5′ 4″, 36F-26-36 and 110 lbs.  Please race me to welcome Miss Brook Little!

titillating tuesday twaddle

Recently a friend of the family wanted me to talk to their daughter about opportunities in engineering.

It was kind of odd going over my experiences in industry – likes / dislikes, where I thought industry in general was going, and trying to help a youngster make what will be a major decision in how her life will unfold.

POS Spring

So we’re 1 week (+/-) out from teh calendericacal spring and we have nothing but blue skies and butterflies in the forecast (hhe he heeeeeee).

We got enough snow overnight to be irritating enough to cause delays around the are. I checked out Mr. Weatherman and that punk says there’s at least two more weeks of cold weather – down into the teens; the robins and redwing blackbirds better have packed their electric underoos cuz baby it’s gonna be cold out for a little bit longer.

In Which Sean Holds Himself Up to Ridicule

You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry.  Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it.  I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.

Then, something changed.  Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this.  But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.

Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:

 

Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below:

Lies, Damnable Lies – POS Calumny

Imagine my surprise when aspersions were flung at me recently!!!

2017 BBF Championships – Contestant #3

Contestant #3 – Nigella Lawson

Pupster’s note:  We have four semi-finalists for 2017, I will repeat poat for 4 weeks and then we’ll have a final poll to determine Miss Big Boob Friday 2017.  

From May 5th, 2017:

Something is Fishy

So –

I was surfing teh webs and came across an interesting little factoid about the Angler Fish –

There’s an obvious mom joke lurking in there…