MoDa Countdown

Alright people, time is winding down to get prepped for Mother’s Day. Here are a few ideas.

Big Boob Swat Hump

Hello pervs, and welcome to the wonderful world of high fallutin’ sushi grade tatas.

Have you missed us? Yes.

Have you missed me? No.

Who is the other person I referred to above? NUNYA.

Listen to this song and Joe Rogan’s latest interview of Alex Jones. It all makes sense, man.

Gummy Stuff

BBF

Hello my babies, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born March 2nd, 1994 in Edinburg, Texas. She stands 5’3″, 34D-24-34 and 95 lbs. Please fasten your seat belt and say Buenos Dias to Miss Megan Salinas.

Christmas Angel Alert

During the holy Christmas season it’s time to get right with God (or Santa for the heathens). Angels are to God as Elves are to Santa. I think. That really wasn’t covered extensively during my years at Catholic learning institutions. There’s a whole hierarchy of angels out there. I’m familiar with the guardian types, messenger types and, thanks to the show Supernatural, the avenging angel as exemplified by Castiel. Some singers have voices like angels.

HHD – Gearing up for the Games

Roamy must be busy, so I’ll throw together an HHD poat for her.

Watching OnDemand shows for NBC (The Brave, WOO HOO!) has exposed me to some cool Winter Olympics ads. Of course I can’t find a link to it, since NBC probably has it locked down (why on earth would you want to release an ad to the public? why, someone might SEE IT!) but take my word for it, coolness.

My Mom

Since you sonsabitches are always making “your mom” comments, I thought it would be nice to make a poat about our moms. Feel free to update this poat with photos and stories of your own. Or if you’re too retarded to figure out how to add content, send it to me and I’ll do it for you.

My mom was born November 7, 1921 in Detroit. In those days women did not generally go to the hospital to give birth, so my mom was born at home on Drexel Ave.

My mom attended Catholic school through eighth grade, then she enrolled in a high school that taught, among other things, how to become a seamstress. After graduating as a seamstress, she went to work in a very upscale women’s clothing store which no longer exists – Himelhoch’s – pronounced himmelhose. She worked in alterations where she remained until WWII.

While my dad was over in Italy patching B-24s that returned from missions (if they were lucky) all shot to hell, my mom went to work as a clerk at Fort Wayne Ordinance Depot in Detroit.

MMM 291: Gumballs

Watch this and be infuriated.

That’s all I’ve got.  No preamble today.

I miss the gym.  Weights are easier than calisthenics.

MMM 284: Buying the Farm (again)

I’m hoping that the next move is the last one.  It’s definitely enough land to live off of, even with the (essentially) worthless horses.  The question is how fast I can get to the point of food independence, should I have the wherewithal to do so.  Going to be a lot of work getting it into shape for that, so I have to hope my body won’t give out on me before the systems are built up, and that I can make steady progress toward it as the years pass.

America.

Gender Neutral Russia

I’ve always been fascinated with Mother Russia. Wait. Is that triggering? I guess we should start calling it gender neutral Russia. You know mothers can be fathers right? I’ll start over.

I’ve always been fascinated with cisRussia. Not today’s pussy version; the full blown commie war machine that defeated the Nazis with their incredibly effective strategy of throwing about 9 million young men into the maw of Hitler’s army. Either march forward and get blown away, or retreat and get shot by your own guys. Touch choice for the Igors.

Total WWII casualties are thought to be around 20 million but no one really knows for sure. To put that into perspective, the glorious CCCP lost the equivalent of today’s population of NYC, LA, Chicago, Houston, Phoenix, and Philadelphia. Or as most of the blog would say, ‘a good start.‘

Much like you, I’m really amused at the Russian follies going on in the media. It’s really driven by two factors: 1. They still don’t accept the outcome of the election and 2. a total lack of historical perspective prior to 2005. It’s just fucking awesome to watch the political/media brain trust try figure out the basics of Russian geography, let alone culture. Pretend you know nothing. Now pretend you are in a soundproof, lightproof box buried under the Siberian tundra. You are more prepared to discuss Russia than Brian Stelter, Steven Colbert, or Katy Tur.