HHD 9-15-21

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.
A little too grrl power, but I still like it.

Now for the hunks.

HHD 9-08-21

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.
I want an ocean and some sunscreen lotion…

Now for the hunks.

HHD 9-01-21

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.
I heard the Dean Martin cover of this first, but I like the original, too.

Now for the hunks.

HHD 8-25-21

Welcome back to ye olde standard Hunky Hump Day.
In memory of Tom T. Hall.

Now for the hunks.

HHD 8-18-21

Welcome to still yet another Olympics edition of Hunky Hump Day. I’m stupid happy that I have classic WordPress to poat this. Let’s do some more medal winners this week, but first, the song. It’d be an 80’s Mystery Click if this were the mothership.

Now for the hunks.
Kevin McDowell, mixed relay triathlon.

BBF

Hello, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

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Your model for today was born November 26th, 1997 in Port Macquarie, Australia.  She stands 5′ 8″ and measures 32 – 24 – 36 and 137 lbs.  Please welcome Miss Tahlia Hall.

Karma

I think I mentioned in the comment section a glorious conversation I had with my stoner, loser, father in law. Let me expand the conversation so you can laugh and cry along with me.

First, I was down in FL on very short notice to fix up my POS condo that was to be sold. The tenants had trashed the place so I needed to paint, make a few repairs, and get the carpet replaced. Since this is Florida, you can’t count on anyone other than your own cheesebag. Hired cheesebags will stiff you, leave you wondering, and steal the cabinets from the walls if left unattended.

So there I was, after driving 8 hours, busting my ass for two days to repair said shit hole, when my asshole father in law invites me for dinner. Great, I say. No problem. I’ll meet you at your mom’s house (not a euphemism) and we’ll go our for Messican.

Out of the shower and I’m ready to go. Plans have changed, we’re going out for Vietnamese but whatever. I’m hungry and looking forward to some fun with GNDs grandma (she’s 91 and sharp as a tack) and her uncle, who is basically a Hostage. They’re awesome people and serve as a shield to my AHFIL. When I look at dear sweet grandma and ask her if she wants to ride with me, she informs that she’s not going. She thought it would be nice if AHFIL and I could spend time together.

The world stopped. I had gone deaf. Nothing made sense. I blinked, tried to gather my shit and desperately tried to control the fear and shock spreading across my face.

My mind instantly went to the scene in The Empire Strikes Back where Luke, missing a hand, beaten to a pulp, and hanging over the edge of an impossibly long fall, finds out he’s the spawn of Darth Vader. If I were in that situation and Vader was my AHFIL and he informed me in his deep, mechanical voice that he is indeed taking me out for Vietnamese for dinner alone, I would have fucking jumped too. Sweet death take me now.

HHD That I found in drafts!

Welcome to another Olympics edition of Hunky Hump Day.
First, the song. This song seemed appropriate since I am driving more every day.

Now for the hunks. This week it’s the track and field team.
Proper attitude.

HHD 8-4-21

Welcome to yet another Olympics edition of Hunky Hump Day. Can’t help it, they are hunks, and it beats searching the ghey sites.  Let’s see, we’ve done swimmers, track and field, archery, equestrian, and gymnasts.  Let’s do divers and some medal winners this week.
First, the song. I wonder if y’all remember this one.

Now for the hunks.
Gold medalist in skeet, Vincent Hancock.

HHD 7-28-21

Welcome to another Olympics edition of Hunky Hump Day. I am using Mini-me’s computer, so this week is going to be a little tamer than most.
First, the song. This is from Mini-me’s yootube favorites. I like it.

Now for the hunks. This week it’s catch as catch can.
Equestrian Will Coleman.