Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...

Boobs, bc you asked, but you’re gonna be disappointed.

Toldja.

 revholy replied to your post: Boobs, bc you asked, but you’re gonna be disappointed. PUPPIIIEESSSS

Small puppies.

Thursday thoughts & maybe TMI

While y’all made 12 pages of posts for me to catch up on, I mowed 1/3 of an acre of long grass with a pushmower (NOT self-propelled), showered, and went and got pizzas for the kids.

I am peeing blood, probably a sign of a pretty big kidney stone working its way out. Which more than likely explains the weird headache and slighly elevated blood pressure today.

I’m not putting my boobs up. Suffer.

I’m not getting laid any time soon, although strangely I have this notion that it would make me feel all kindsa better.

I am done with this day. Already quaffing a cold brew and gonna knit.

That is all.

Boobs.
Mine are Bs. With HUGE nipples, and rings.
Sadly, I hear that’s really not enough.
Whatever. It was sure enough to nourish 7 kids for 18 years.
So be happy.

Not-Rapture cleavage meme

That’s all I got. Be happy.

This doesn’t count if you’re the actual biker, btw. That’s why once you reach cruising speed, the left hand is free… ;o)

This doesn’t count if you’re the actual biker, btw.
That’s why once you reach cruising speed, the left hand is free… ;o)

There are no drunk or hungover pics of me, because I don’t do that.

HOWEVER, there was that ONE time when I had like 4 beers in an hour and I may or may not have put a pic of my boobs on the internet.

All of them, such as “all of them” is.

But that may be just an unsubstantiated rumah.

For Markv9 - Desk boob Wednesday. I ain’t skeerd.

Another conversation at my house today

  • Me: I really like some of these tattoo blogs, but I don't see why I have to look at a woman's boobs to see her tattoos, especailly when her tattoos aren't on her boobs.
  • Allen (the Marine): I don't see why I have to look at a woman's tattoos to get to see her boobs.
  • Me: ...

OMG. Dyin’ here. :D

(Psst to the lady’s comments… you don’t have to be cold all the time. When he touches them, they’ll perk up. Nipple rings help immensely with that look too. Just ask me. LOL)

So Artemas brought me a steak, braised in onion/beer gravy. And a brownie shaped like a dog bone.

The steak was very tender and perfectly done “medium.”
The brownie was very moist and dark chocolatey.
I mopped up the gravy with a piece of toast
and dripped gravy on my left boob.

The AC went out at home again.

It’s a heat index of 94F/33C outside. It’s 90F/31.5C inside.

We got 3 good days out of the air. Someone is coming Monday from our utility board to talk to us about replacing the unit. Payments go on the utility bill but the units are so much more efficient than this one (1978, right?) that it should drop the bill by almost the amount of the payments.

Since I have no credit any other way, I’m ready to sign. Enough is enough.

We are going to have homemade wheat crust, homemade pizzas for supper anyway, even though I have to run my oven in the inferno.

And no GPOYS because I got flour on the boobs of my black shirt.

hamncheezr replied to your post: Randoms

Red is hilarious. As for your looks, I’m half your age. I have more gray hair, a billion more stretch marks, smaller boobs, chubbier thighs, I’m getting wrinkles. I’ve broken my nose 3x to your 2 which means mine will be more cooked. It’s all a’ight

(Sorry, I just have really great elastic skin…)
No, I only broke my nose once. But I cracked a molar in that motorcycle accident.
And I hate to be a jerk, but somehow I feel soooo much better now… ;o)
(Love you)

It’s boobie wednesday

You’re welcome.
#boobiewed