Wednesday already! Enjoy the feast…
Guten tag, wilkommen!
I’ve been spending a ton of time working on my Spanish lately over at DuoLingo, and I must say, I really miss German. My Spanish is still appalling, but it’s slowly getting better. I was going to title the poat en Espanol, but it translates to something like muscular lunes de motivación, which lacks all of the usual MMM alliterative charm. Oh well, I’m going to keep working at that and eventually get back to chemistry. I’ve exhausted all of what Khan Academy has on chemistry at the moment, so I’m down to just books and static web pages at this point.
Book-wise, I’m about 2/3rds of the way through a bit of pop science journalism on DIY biology called BioPunk, after which I’m planning to move on to Nassim Taleb’s newest book Antifragile, which I’m really looking forward to. Why do I do this? I honestly don’t know. I can barely stand to read or watch fiction anymore, and the real world is presently in a state where watching too closely is stressful and naught else. Learning useful things, lifting, and cooking are about all I even remotely enjoy these days as pastimes. Most of my non-fake innernet friends are leftarded anymore, and the one that isn’t is a frequently-obnoxious misanthrope, so I’ve pretty much got my wife and you guys.
Okay, enough introspection. Picture time. How ’bout we start with a nice snatch?
Now, who’s my dirty girl? That’s right, you are.
I could do this, I just don’t want to right now.
I could do this too. I’ll likely warm up at this weight on Friday.
Doing this tomorrow, though this was probably a push press or thruster, and I’m doing strict presses. End result looks pretty similar, though.
This woman fills a dress nicely. I think I’d gladly watch her empty one as well.
Now, a nice little something in aqua.
And something you could easily see in July at any inland lake in the great state of Michigan. God bless our pleasant peninsula.
And with that, I wish a pleasant and safe start to the week for all who read this. Unless you’re a tree-hugging, gun-grabbing hippie, and then I pretty much hope you get terminal anal warts.
Good morning, and welcome to your post-football-season hangover. No sympathy from me, as I spent the day as a teetotalin’ weenie, watching Dark Knight Rises and then many episodes of the He-Man reboot. I’m sure the team you were rooting for lost, the halftime show sucked, and technical difficulties meant you spent way too much time listening to people with IQs in a range that make Joe Biden look smart analyze a children’s pastime while being paid many times your salary.
Note that the word “earned” did not appear in the above paragraph. Moving on.
Today’s pictures — unlike some other weekly themed poats — are all of actual women. At least to my knowledge. I’d never intentionally poat anything else, unlike some other, lesser cob-loggers who shall remain nameless. You can take that shizznat to the bizzank, as my close personal friend Ed Koch used to say. Okay, so I didn’t know him and he probably never said that, but this is the biggest lie you’ll get out of me. Ever.
MMM: all about real women as best we can discern from just the one photo we’ve been able to find.
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And with that, my work here is done.
*Awards self 15 Nobels for Poating Greatness*
Well, if you’re anything like me (unlikely) another week has flown by for you any can’t believe it’s Monday again, the best damn day of the week.
And if you don’t believe me, allow me to try my Jedi Mind Trick.
Mondays are awesome, you are super-excited that the week has begun anew.
I got one more trick. It’s pretty impressive too.
And much like Rosie has Kerry, I have Eva. Mmmmmm, Eva.
Front squat? Push press? Not sure. Good either way.
Looks like a supinated row, nobody snatches or deadlifts with this grip.
This one’s for me.
And this one’s for you.
Now get out there and kick some ass today. Make me proud.
Time for flowers.
Texas doesn’t have a long growing season. It has two short ones. Gotta get moving.
Also, faggots who don’t like horticulture, fuck you very hello.
*UPDATE* – Mare goes full MJ
*UPDATE* – This post smokes all kinds of cock.
After two days off last week due to a power outage, followed by another day of getting nearly nothing done because my primary machine was busticated by all the power cycling, followed by a day in the car and another on the couch recovering from the day in the car, I CANNOT WAIT TO GET BACK TO WORK.
Seriously. I spend most of my free time this extended-ish weekend catching up on TV and practicing my Español. The latter is a good thing, but the former makes me feel like a slug.
But today, today is work and the gym and productivity all around. Huzzah. I hope at least some of that is true for all of you as well.
Also, Obama is a fucktard. Now let’s look at some hot chicks.
Pupster went to the park this weekend and met a nice lady. She kept him in the Friend Zone, though.
This week, this poat is not racist.
Snatch.
Coupla’ ball bangers.
And one more.
Knockout.
I’m sure this ended badly, but like LiLo, it was pretty while it lasted.
Have a happy and kickass Sequestration Monday, everybody!
I really don’t get this meme, but it sort of creeps me out and I laugh every time I see it.
I think this is great advice. Follow your shitty dreams.
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So much depends
upon
on a red
Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Get the fuck out after you’re done
And I hope in my ride to make a quick run…
–Stuff Dr Dre opined, Vol IV
Filed under: American Hero, Boobs, Fourth Grade, I Love You Peeps, milestones 
Good morning. Peas and carrots. That’s what the weekend is all about. Well, mostly peas, but whatevs.
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I really like this song, and there’s a shark playing a saxophone in the video. That alone is worth the price of admission. BTW, the price of admission is free. Contact Car in for a refund.
Updated by Car in
This is how MJ dances:
Hello, and welcome once again to Big Boob Friday. Today at H2 we will be exploring the studio space and discussing taxes, birthday days of the week, parasitic fish tongue lice, squash gardening and the women who love it, and gluten.
But first, a musical selection that nobody clicks on. I like this band a lot even though they are foreigners and they also remind me of one of our long lost hot chick commentators.
I volunteered to cover for MJ this week while he’s away at fat camp, even though I don’t have a lot of free time for bewb perusal. I just wanted to tell you fine internet friends that I value your contributions to our little corner of a series of tubes and I love you all, man. Also I might be drunk at work.
Our model for today was born on March 3rd, 1989 in Warrwick, England, she stands slightly hunched over at 5’6″ and measures a generous 32-26-35 and 125 lbs. Please welcome but don’t google from work Miss Lucy Collett!
Miss Lucy really, really likes to show off the girls, and used to be known as Lucy Vixen for you more adventurous types.
Lucy says no to today in history.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MJ!
Greetings and salutations to any and all who read this. Unless you voted for 0bama, in which case I hope your day is filled with life-altering tragedy. No, really. I hope your doc tells you that you have ass cancer. And I hope he uses those exact words. Not “colon cancer”, not even “anal cancer”. “Ass cancer”. You deserve it, you rectal wart of a foul poopstain on the dirty old brown shoe of a dishonest day laborer.
Now, to the rest of you fine folk that either voted for R&R (thanks for the effort) or stayed home (eh, I get it, but duuuuuuuude), welcome to MMM #70. With any luck, we’ll make it to 700. Actually, if I’m still doing this in… 13 years, I’ll quit. For now, though, MMM is on!
Good morning.
I, too, am ready to mix.
Wedgie!
Snatching with one hand?
Preparing to snatch?
A little stretching is always good. Well, not always, but this is good.
This picture really should go much lower, but it’s still good.
And, Eva.
Mmm… hi, handsome…
**UPDATE***- Must credit Pupster.
I sent this gif to Roamie for HHD, but apparently I emailed the wrong humper. Story of my life.
Mornin’ folks. As I cannot face unmitigated reality for more than a few hours at a time, and I spent most of Saturday at work doing the work thing, I spent the balance of the weekend in the escapist fantasy of Fallout: New Vegas, because I haven’t yet had the stomach to get the evil ending (i.e. siding with the slaver nation against the rest of civilization). As I’m starved for new content until there’s another Skyrim, I’ve dived back into this particular game with gusto. Ah, video games. I’m going to miss them when the EMPocalypse destroys all our modern electronics and we never hear from each other again.
Until that time, know that you are precious to me, and wonder about what good you’ll be to the world when the power goes out for a few decades.
Now, let’s get our hair in order.
Time to quit hanging around.
Get some good advice.
Learn some vital truth.
Pull on some clothes.
Face the day.
Stretch out and get limber.
Then look at Monday, and laugh right in its face.
