HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day, your weekly supply of shaved chests and questionable orientations. Let’s get started with a song from a Mark Steyn email.

Now for the hunks.
A little multicultural.

Baber Update–1 Year

Dear weirdos,

It’s been awhile so allow  me to update you on the status of the baber.

He’s about a year old.

The end.

BUT

Holy fish stick, this is a lot of work. If I would have known how much this little man would cut into my ‘ME’ time I’m not sure I would have made the same decision. I mean, can a guy get a break already? How am I expected to waste 23.5 hours a day if I have to change diapers, rock, feed, and entertain him?

What about me?

And for that matter, what about you?

How do you guys get by everyday without my insight, wit, and honest caring about your day to day obsessions? Who tells you to fuck off? Who urges you to eat those carbs, sleep in, watch a little incest pron, accuse your daughter’s paramour of being a loser and driving a shitty car, plant that weed, give yourself a prostate exam, or try to get in touch with Cyn one more time? Who fake internet laughs at your mom jokes? Who listens to your long boring stories and then responds with a one word phrase? Who pretends to like Hotspur? Who guesses your obscure derpy lyrics? Who admonishes xbrad and then takes a shower to wash off the xbrad?

Who?

And now some baby picture…

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. I had to laugh at Taco Bell being named the #1 Mexican restaurant. There’s a joke about being able to navigate through Huntspatch solely by locations of Taco Bells. But I digress.
Usually the song of the day is easy and finding proper HHD fodder is hard. The reverse is true today for some reason. I finally settled on this excerpt rather than the whole song. 9/11 always makes me think of “The Rising” album. “Lonesome Day” got me through a lot of bad days; it’s a shame that The Boss is such a leftist shit now. Still, a classic tune.

Now for the hunks.

Tuba funneh

This cracked me up.

Here’s the link referenced, cued up.

Y’all have a good day.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Short week for me, with the Labor Day holiday and taking off Friday to go see my dad.

Now for the hunks.
I am intrigued by the new Tom Clancy: Jack Ryan series with John Krasinski. Hopefully they didn’t screw it up the way they did the Neil Armstrong movie.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Many thanks to Carin for today’s HHD fodder. No guys late for algebra in this batch.

Flowers for me?

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. They might be ghey, but they’re not sporting front holes. Let’s get started.

I don’t remember why I saved this one, except older, fit guy. Might be someone famous.

Someone tagged me on FB with a link to hunks, but it was in the middle of flight hardware delivery/delay/college visit/cousin visit/Dad fiasco/FDIL visit/SIL passing and now I can’t find it. Email it to me, please.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Today, I’m going to get the shoe from Oso for the song I’ve picked, but after waaaaaay too many hours in the car, this resonates.

Now for the hunks.
One of the Vikings.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
This song reminds me of simpler days. Both brothers-in-law would dance with Mr. RFH’s sisters to this song. “Jersey Boy” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Of course, this was long before Springsteen turned into a liberal turd, or if he was, he kept it on the down low.

I’m going to miss her.
On to the hunks.

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Let’s get started.

Your mom was playing this last night.

Found a new source of HHD fodder, hopefully no repeats.
I’d be fine with a little rain.