Cachexic Content Tuesday

Paucity of Poattables

Lackluster:

 

Crappy Candy Cornucopia

October. Most normal kids are preoccupied with what “they will be” for Halloween. For other kids, it’s Halloween every day, so, no big deal. Boof. My teen step-son is delighted with volunteering at a local haunted house thing which is kind of a big deal around here. Fright At The Fort is held at Fort Knox (not that one).

This year it’s a Stephen King theme. Say what you want about his politics and desperate need for an editor but the guy has written some classic horror novels. Anyway, he’s in the Children Of The Corn part of the tour.

He’s pretty funny with his assessment of the crowd. As the evening wears on the attendees grow older, drunker and higher on marijuana. Some of the drunken idiots don’t take kindly to screaming like a schoolgirl in front of their dates. Every part of the exhibit has adult bouncers in it thankfully.

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.

Ouroboros

Every now and then I catch up on watching episodes of The Walking Dead. The On Demand menu lists episodes by their names and numbers. A while ago there was one called Ouroboros on the spinoff show Fear The Walking Dead. I wondered where the name came from and thought I was missing some plot line. Then I saw it referenced somewhere else and did some digging. I’m pretty sure most everyone has seen the Ouroboros symbol and maybe a few know what the heck it represents.

Watermelon Douche Chills

Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.

You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.

Schmatterday

The days are excruciatingly short here in the Northeast right now. Typically what happens is that it gets to be full dark around 4:30 PM, and then we start yawning at 5:30, after which follows this few hours of limbo existence where we don’t feel like doing much of anything, but we still force ourselves to stay up, so we don’t wake up in the middle of the night.

It sucks harder than your mom, and I think we all know how talented and strong she has become with her many years of intense training.

This is a lazy post which will conclude with a series of humorous images. There will be no pie. However, complimentary coffee and juice are available in the lobby.

That’s it. Have a great day.

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.

POS Tuesday – Odors

I vaguely remember Dave(?) talking about being behind a truck that hit a vulture – the odor was evidently intense.

I worked as a chemist for a while at a specialty chemical company; we had a lot of flavors and fragrances roll thru the lab for quality testing. Almost everything had to be organoleptically assayed – odor and or taste. It was best to try to pawn off the furfural and mercaptan testing to someone else – they linger. Civet, onion, ass, cheese, baby powder, fish oils, skunk, and a myriad other funk was tested – It paid well…. don’t judge.

It’s amazing how concentration of odor changes your perception of it –