Specious country living at its best. Surrounded by woodlands and meadows, this economical residence provides all the rustic utilities you look for in a pristine rural setting. Campfires every night! Far from the bustling city, the lot provides ample opportunities for pursuing both game and fish, and has sanitary facilities adjacent to the creek a mere 150 yards away. You’ll never have to mow the grass again.
This little piggy went to market;
This little piggy stayed home;
This little piggy had roast beef;
This little piggy had none;
And THIS little piggy went, “OMG! WTF! Hey Guys! Check this out!”
[Image from Woosk.]
Miss Prattle, consulting Doctor Double Fee about her Pantheon Head Dress, has a very unusually shaped bottom that always points very very slightly to the southeast of her chamber pot in her chamber. What does it mean?
I don’t know, Babs, but I do know this.
Bunk’s outta work, and may slow down his posting for a while. Lo Siento. Of course, maybe I’ll work for free, cleaning up the mess in the back yard and stuff. Or maybe I’ll work for free messing around here while I drum up some busyness.
I decided that if I’m gonna be unemployed, I might as well make it worth my while and delve into savings. If I delve frugally enough, I’ll have enough to pay for my own office while I scrounge for additional projects. All I need is to hold my breath while the C and D students eat it.
Unfortunately for us, the C and D students run the world, but all I have to do is beat the dregs. Meanwhile, lemme know if y’all want your windows washed.
[Image from NM/GH.]
There’s always one who thinks sleeps outside of the box. Unlike CATS.
[Since Feels.ru has begun tagging their images and has gotten a little smuttier recently, I’ve taken them off the blogroll. I might link to individual posts instead.]
I wanna watch ’em unload it. That’s all I want.
Now, what do Howard Stern, Rush Limbaugh, Kirsty Alley, Rob Zombie, Joe Frazier, the “Amazing Kreskin” and Bunk Strutts all have in common? Continue reading “HAY!”
Nothing screams “BABE MAGNET” like a genuine Russian NyetMobile painted in puke greeen, with pink and yellow highlights.
Nevermind the exhaust pipes/mufflers/after-burners that keep the rear quarter panel aluminum trim from overheating, and ignore the rear mudflops an inch above the pavement. (Yes, I called them mudflops.)
What makes this a genuine Babe Magnet is not the tumor growing from the rear boot, nor the tumor monitor mounted just inches away.
It’s not the surfboard rack either, although Comrade Pav’s ride certainly gains some serious Babe Magnetage points there. Look closer for the REAL love bait… closer… closer…
Woop! It’s either a lion with it’s paws spewing stinky vapors, or it’s THIS GUY. You be the judge.
After analyzing the image in detail, we conclude that this vehicle reeks with Pure Efficient Genius, and thus meets the criteria to be declared a genuine IABM (Instant Awesome Babe Magnet).
[Image from the always excellent HERE. Don’t miss The World’s Most Amazing Collection of Babe Magnets HERE.]
