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Hello, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

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Your model for today was born May 21st, 1966 in Los Angeles, California.  She stands 5′ 7″ and measures 34 – 26 – 35 and 135 lbs.  Please show some respect and offer a drink to Miss Darla Crane (real name Shelly Shelnutt).

 

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Stooooopid.

It’s our specialty

In The Spirit Of Today

Somehow, this song seems appropriate (and shut up if you don’t like this version):

I have been waiting for this moment for damn near two years. And I will not be disappointed.

I have more to add, but it shall come in the next day or so. But vote. Tell the left to get fisteryfucked so hard and wide, a goatse could come along and not scrape the sides of their collective anuses for what they have done and want to do. Then celebrate tonight, knowing that the battle renews tomorrow.

Not All Brits Are Pussies

Take this guy. I like the cut of his jib.

Make ’em stop, Mare!

The Firstest Sunday of 2010

Goooood Morning Vietnam  Hostages!

 

Enjoy some time waking up leisurely…

And then get yer churchin’ done.

And your chores!

‘Cause then it’s down to bidness:

And just in case you needed some silly:

[EXTREMELY IMPORTANT & URGENT UPDATE!!]

Let the Fighting Begin!

 

[IMPORTANT WHORE UPDATE: Rosetta]

This is hilarious.  You know how funny it is when people mix up their metaphors?  This is a good one.

One the one hand, you have legislators bringing home “pork” to their district.  One the other, you have the legislative process being described as “sausage making”.

Enter douche-bagger Bill Weir from ABC who said the following trying to excuse Mary Landrieu’s whoring out her vote:

“The people of Louisiana sent her to Washington to get as much sausage as she could.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  Nice job defending that act of prostitution, dummy.

HERE‘s the link if you like clicking on links, link clicker.

Thumper

Most of you mouthbreathers can figure out the downside to being a grunt in the Army. Getting shot at, humping heavy loads all over terrain that no one but a billygoat would call home, always being too hot, or too cold, too wet or too dry, lousy pay, little glamour and foot fungus that only Pajamma Mamma could rival.

But there was an upside. You had the opportunity to shoot some cool shit. One of my personal favorites to shoot was the M203 grenade launcher. Since you can only throw a hand grenade so far (especially you “guys” that throw like a girl- Wiser, I’m looking at you), God and the US Army came up with a way to hurl a grenade up to 400 meters. Which is handy. But the  boom seems so much smaller when it is that far away. It’s much more fun to shoot them a little closer…