Crackers in my bed everyone of ‘em could eat.
Oh, right, I basically lost June because of my allergies this year. Then lost the last week of July to travel. And It was so cold in May that I couldn’t even get a garden started.
Year without a Summer, man, year without a Summer.
Anyhow, pictures. B&W to kick things off.
Quads.
Dots.
Apparel.
Ball to the wall.
Biceptz.
Professional.
Landscapery.
I might work a few doubles this week. Not double-doubles, but long days.
Mare Rests Between Clients
Roamy Always Sticks Up For the Little Guy
Tushar’s Passive Aggressive Insult
Leon. Unintentionally Funny
Wiser: Intentionally Funny
Jay Comments on Mare’s Absence
Bad Pupster!
No. I don’t know what that means either.
Handstand.
Pupster photobomb.
White yoga.
Deadlift prep?
Back bicep pose.
High dress slit.
I know the right side is a repeat. Left side is new.
Summer outfit.
Monday has an ass. You have a foot. Do what comes naturally.
Minimal text today. Really minimal.
But, happy thoughts.
Smiling faces.
Today’s poat is not rayciss, yay!
Braid and quads, yay!
Yoga pants and pigtail braids, yay!
Levitation, yay!
Chest freckles, yay!
Someone’s happy about these abs.
Ab veins, yay! Now no one is happy but me!
In the desert, no one yells when you drop a deadlift, yay!
I’m glad I’ve never seen anyone in these shorts at my gym, how distracting would that be?
Have a great Monday, folks. I’m sure gonna. Maybe. Well, I’ll try to, anyhow.
Hi. As you know, the lawyers from Gortons are trying to shut this mother fucker down. Apparently some asshole has been linking, and constantly referencing their number one selling product. But we’re not going to take it. Nay, we’re not going to take it. We’re not going to take it….anymore.
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Today’s BBF model, in addition to teaching kindergarten, likes to suck down 40s, poor a little out for her homeys, smoke whole turkeys, practices cross fit 3 times a week, gardening, and perform avant garde interpretations of Shakespeare’s tragedies. She stands 5 feet fat, weighs in at an impressive 69 inches and would you like to beware the booty….please put down your bottle of Hennessy and put your hands together for Miss Moe!!!!!!!!!!
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Miss Moe would like you to check yourself, before your wreck yourself. And also finish this kindergarten pop quiz. No cheating, assfaces.
708 – Fish sticks are minted in Japan for the first time (Traditional Japanese date: August 10, 708).
1498 – Vasco da Gama decides to depart Calicut and return to Kingdom of Fish Sticks.
1541 – The Ottoman Turks capture Fish Stick City, the capital of the Hungarian Kingdom.
1756 – Frederick the Great attacks Saxony, beginning the Fish Stick War.
1898 – The Goodyear fish stick company is founded.
1922 – The first radio advertisement is broadcast on WFSTCK-AM in New York City.
1958 – United States Air Stick Academy opens in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
1997 – At least 98 fish sticks are killed by the Armed Islamic Group of Algeria GIA in the Rais massacre, Algeria.
2012 – At least 26 miners are killed and 21 missing after a blast in the Xiaojiawan coal mine, located at Panzhihua in Fish Stick Province, China.
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Ya’ll have a nice weekend. We’ll see you in Tempe—GND & MJ.
Good morning assorted reprobates and recidivists, welcome to a Monday where some people get the day off but all the stores are open for Labor Day sales and restaurants are open for Labor Day Lunches and so really it ends up oppressing workers.
Which, as an evil republican, I heartily approve of. Carry on.
Animation.
Doing it wrong, but it’s still a good picture.
Women may not know this, but matching underwear is very special to see. It helps if it’s on this gal.
Okay, so I guess they don’t really have to match.
But it’s nice when they do.
This poor girl looks to be dangerously entangled.
You know what? It’ Labor Day so I don’t have to worry about looking at this at work at all!
Finally, here’s some actual motivation. Not weight loss: health. Weight gain in this case.
It’s easy!
Try it and see!
(try and get less content than I just did. I dare ya!)
Office Eviction COUNTDOWN: 18 days
I moved home my docking station, standing desk, and double monitors home and into my office. Pretty soon, I’ll only see coworkers after a flight. I’ve got my fingers crossed that this is for the long haul, but only Heaven knows that. I won’t quit (working from home is awesome for me), but I’m distant, and the easiest guy to knock off the team is always the one you don’t see.
Time for some pictures, yes? How about a bicep?
And now a prep for a squat.
Silly girl, that’s not a chair.
Someday, I’ll tell children about what life was like before the selfie.
I can totally do this.
Look, a Roomba!
Smoldering look, she’s giving it.
I can almost do these now.
And then I have nowhere to go that I can call “work”. I’m flipping out. Not at all.
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. I’M FINE.
Pictures now. Triplets first.
I don’t get this as an exercise. I think someone had a surplus of thick rope and decided to get clever with it.
Lotta booty here.
Headless triplets.
Something about her outfit makes me think Roller Derby.
Sweaty.
I have these ankle weights. I should try this move in a workout. Minus the camera.
You’re welcome.
And we’ll finish out with some yoga. I mean, I assume it’s yoga. A chick is doing it and it looks uncomfortable, so it’s probably yoga.
MONDAY IS NOT WAITING FOR YOU, DO NOT WAIT FOR MONDAY. GRAB IT BY THE SHORT AND CURLIES!
Hello facesitters. I can only do three pull ups. I just tried. To make me feel better we’re going to look at very large, very soft, very squeezable tittahs.
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Before we get to that, let’s party like it’s 1998 and listen to some music. I wonder if that guy from Tennessee knows these guys? What was his name? Gman? Tdog? I can’t remember but I think he knew the Backstreet Boys or something.
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So this week’s model hails from a far off land called Prague, which is the capital of Check los lo vodka. She stands an impressive 5′ 10″ inches tall, which is about 5′ 1″ taller than my weenus. Her considerable assets include looking bitchy, looking sexy, looking booby, and looking like she’s getting dorked in the squeekhole. Please welcum the ravishing Connie Carter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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L to R: MJ, Connie
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Lots of girly pictures and very few words. That’s what you’re here for, correct?
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Ya’ll have a great weekend. As wiser said at the meat face in AZ, we’re all lucky to be friends. Let’s keep that going.
Last week with an office. I don’t know if that will change anytime soon, but it’s true for the foreseeable future.
I’m contemplating making them cookies or something.
Pupster sent this along, I liked it.
Pink kettlebells must sell well in some places. I might buy them used on the cheap. Maybe.
I think this is a repeat. Don’t care, she’s pretty.
Arm veined possible lesbians.
Hand veins.
Cuteness.
Scorpion pose?
I’m going to be missing sunny days like this very soon.
Spinal erectors.
Quadruplets.
And another long week begins. Fortitude, my friends, fortitude.
Hi folks, I’m on travel and not hanging out in my home office today, so you get a post but probably not my charming commentary for most of the day. I suspect you’ll be okay. And possibly won’t even notice. Jerks.
Knee strike practice.
Hot, barely-clothed chick in an alley? Hooker.
Meanwhile, somewhere indoors-ish.
She’s smiling for a reason.
Pushups are a great exercise.
One tiny ab vein.
Weird tread on these shoes.
Earrings? Really?
Sex cult posing.
I don’t know what’s happening here, but I think she’s modeling the hat.
Happy Monday, everyone. Don’t do anything creepy while I’m gone.
Day 1 of post-office life. Things are also about to get really weird at work for entirely different reasons. I need some serious motivation today.
I’ll probably make a nice breakfast with some chorizo and eggs and stuff. My 830am daily meeting will be exciting today.
But not this exciting.
Nice calves.
Yay! Arm veins!
Hard like rock.
Did I do this one already? I bet I did. Don’t care.
This is like, artistic ‘n’ stuff.
I cannot do this, and that’s okay.
At least one of these is reversed, that or her anklet switched legs during the photo session.
Warm, sunny days are over for me for at least six months.
They don’t match. Tsk.
Monday is upon us. Today is the first day of the rest of your week.
Start again and get it right this time, weenies.
No text, no time. Only pitchers. Er, catchers. I hope.
Busy pants.
Glute selfie.
I used to be able to do this back when I was 10.
Next year at this time, I’ll be able to do this.
Not gonna lie, this might be a dude.
Fit2Fight.
Those pockets hardly seem functional.
Pretty smile.
From the look of dat bootay, I suspect a squat may have happened here.
And that’s a poat, folks. I got a long, weird day ahead of me.
You don’t know it yet, but so do you.
I actually left this until Monday morning for a change, so I’ll be especially brief in my thoughts before getting to the photos. Yay, election. Boo, Gary Peters took Carl Levin’s seat, and Trophy Wife Dingell is my congresswoman. At least Snyder’s still the Governerd.
Curls.
Hey! That’s not a sports bra!
SRS. Not SRS.
Tasteful monochrome.
Whenever I see curtains like this, I assume it’s a hotel.
She looks peeved about something.
I can’t do this. I probably never will. And I don’t care. I’m glad she can, though.
Butt selfie.
Scuba girl, how’d I do this week?
Thanks, babe.
Now, time to get started on the week. Work to do, chocolate to brew.
Title not related. Here’s some pictures. I’m all write’d out at the moment.
Wood.
Ab freckles.
You can take the pole-dancer out of the strip club…
Meanwhile, at the carwash…
She just touched a ball.
This is not Famke Jansen. Resemblance is strong, but it’s some other chick.
Stage suit. You couldn’t actually swim in this.
I’m nervous about this one. I can’t see her other hand, and I worry that it might be busy.
Why oh why wouldn’t you correct tan lines before a photo shoot?
Best of luck with a long, full week of work ahead for all of you lucky enough to have had a long weekend. I’m not sure I could have survived another day off.
Watch this and realize that race relations peaked in the 80’s.
And also that the Breakin’ movies were insanely awful.
Haughty.
Abz and quadz.
Cornrows?
Chest-freckles again.
What’s on that TV?
Sweaty girl.
I always have a split second where I wonder if those are nicotine patches.
I think she has MJ’s tattoo.
Rope time.
Her thighs are amazing.
Well I’m certainly motivated. I’m in a “bootcamp” style class all week long from 0800 to 1800, so I’ve got that going for me. Pretty sure there’s a test and a certification involved on the other end of it.
No time to motivate y’all, gotta get back on the clock. So pictures.
Merry Christmas (Abbot)
And a little more Christmas.
This was in my “fitness” binders for some reason. I guess she’s “fit”, but it still seems miscategorized.
Dragon flag. I can do these.
Curls for the… girls? NTTAWWT.
Veins.
And my apology for the veins.
and I’m sorry again. Not really.
Was she running in a wrestling singlet?
More veins, but a pretty smile to go with them.
I can’t do this. I’m okay with that.
