HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
I still haven’t seen the GotG2 movie yet. It’s been that kind of year.

Let’s see who is in the hunky fodder folder for the day.
Birthday boy Alessandro Nivola

Donald Tecumseh Sherman

I think its pretty easy to equate Trump with Andrew Jackson, and he’s done quite a bit to feed those comparisons. But he strikes me more as William Tecumseh Sherman than Jackson in the way he fights.

I have yet to see any politician with the will to defy the powers that claim to be.

 

Sherman’s quotes, Vol IX second edition subtitled, ‘Sound Like Anyone We Know, Bitch Faces?’

“If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.”

“I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.”

“I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.”

“You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.”

“I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning, and not to suit any body but myself. If people don’t like my opinions, it makes little difference as I don’t solicit their opinions or votes.”

Weekend funneh

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.

Thursday New Poat

Good morning boys and girls and xbrads.

Here’s a fresh poat for everyone.

Scott and LauraW continue their vacation. Beasn continues the home improvement project from hell.

After five years out I’ve started to get recruitment letters asking me if I want to apply for a commission in the Army Reserve. They must be truly desperate for people.

Leon is busy denouncing the moral degredation of today’s youth.  Car in, meanwhile, has had enough of your shit.  Perhaps she shouldn’t have sent Ethan to Jimbro to get his surgery.  MJ’s busy trying to keep the spice in his marriage.

Wait… where the fuck is Xbrad?

Mare needs a little encouragement some mornings.

Shhhh… it’s going to be ok, Pupster.

Should we organize a 21-rep salute?

And now, some music:

This pretty much sums up how I feel most days. But then I realize that I have you assholes as my fake internet friends, and everything is going to be alright.

This one’s just plain fun. As is this one.

Go forth and take on the world. Remember, it’s Thursday night, so celebrate.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I decided today’s song should be another off the 8-track tapes of my youth.

Now let’s see some hunks. I watched tennis the other day because there was nothing else on and, holy cow, John McEnroe was playing. I thought he’d long retired. He was winning titles when I was in junior high. Anyhoo, he lost to Mark Philippoussis.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Now for some cultural appropriation. Rammstein seems appropriate since Mr. RFH and Mini-me are headed to Germany today.

Time for hunks.
We’ve been watching “The Flash” on Netflix.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Today is the 100th birthday of Dino Paul Crocetti, better known as Dean Martin. Dean is inextricably linked with Rosetta for me, so get a Diet Dr Pepper or an adult beverage of your choice and listen to another song off the 8-track tapes of my youth.

Let’s see who is in the hunky fodder folder for today.
It’s also Karl Urban’s birthday.

Highly Recommend

Hi weirdos. Here are a few things I would like to rate as a hostage:

 

TNT flooring: Meth heads that pretend to be Jesus freaks so you’ll trust them with your really big job that they swear is going to be just perfect. Will they work more than a few hours a day? No. Will they smoke meth in your house? Yes. Will you need to have the floor completely removed and done by someone else? Yes. Will the meth heads remind you of someone but you can’t quite place them? Yes.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Computer is being crashy crashy, so let’s get to it before this takes another 45 minutes.
I didn’t know this was a Cat Stevens song (I’m actually more familiar with the Mavericks version).

Now for the hunks. Happy birthday to Clint Eastwood.

Memorial Day

Remembering those who died in defense of all we love and cherish…

including my uncle Carl, KIA August 1944 in France.

It’s also Mini-me’s birthday.
Y’all have a good day.