Because I post stupid shit that doesn’t even make sense to me most of the time, one of our brothers here at hostageland sent me a link for this little beastie:
Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
First, the song.
Now for the hunks.
I don’t know what he did to piss off people, but Mike Rowe was trending on Twitter and not in a good way. So I’m pretty sure I agree with whatever he did or said.
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Welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Found a new source of HHD fodder, but, wow, some of them need a sammich. First, the song, inspired by the courtin’ song last week.
And now for the hunks.
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Well window lickers it’s time for summer. Down here in the SOUTH (filled with racists, you are issued a hood at the Georgia border) the weather is getting a bit warmer and we are bidding adieu to old man winterspring. Notice how I worked in a reference to de Fuhrer PBUH by using German in that last sentence? That’s how racist we are down here. We speak German, hate cold weather, and are super friendly. I literally have no idea what any of this means. I’m just typing whatever pops into my grey mush.
So, it’s time for sidewalk chalk! A time honored tradition where people go outside with their kids, pretend to hear the phone ring, go back inside to make a drink, then go back outside in about 15 or 20 minutes to make sure the kiddos are still in one piece. While most kids fit more into the impressionist or modern art category, I think I’ve found some rather clever uses of sidewalk chalk for us to enjoy. These fun little pieces of temporary art all use the cracks to make something fun and whimsical.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
Get TITS2 & The H2 Stuff
Changing Headers since March 2009 
