Bodies by Bob

First and foremost, if you haven’t yet entered to win your very own humongous fungus, skootch on over here.  You’ve got less than 24 hours to enter.  May the best fungophile win!

Second, thanks for the lovin’ on yesterday’s post.  Good thing I’m such a hard callous bitch or you kids would have had me all weepy with gratitude.   *sniffle*

Third, MY PARENTS ARE HERE!  Last night Thom and I explained the OTHER kind of tea bagging to our giggling father.  Now Mom is eager to return to Virginia and share her new found knowledge with her right wing neighbors.  Whadya wanna bet I end up missing Blogher to speak at her future court date?

Since I missed Dad’s retirement party (which I’m still wicked bitter about), he brought all the videos and photos from the soiree for our viewing pleasure.  He worked at the same hospital for nearly forty years, so he had plenty of time to sweet talk the nursing staff.  It seems his “ladies of the night” were extra infatuated with him.  In fact, they liked to while away the long hours by playing with Photshop and my dad’s head.  Their work was on display at the party, and Dad made the mistake of bringing me scans.  Obviously I have to share them.  You’re welcome.


Strolling Down the Beach

Naked Dadboy

Flaming Firedad



Not only does Mom get to enjoy the witty banter of we four siblings, she also gets to enjoy some sweet exercise-ball lovin’ from my dad, the calendar pinup.  Which reminds me, I should go hide mine before they get a hold of it.  Wish me luck…


    1. He also waxes his bikini line. You kids have a lot in common. Dad offered to share them with you but I can’t imagine you both fitting simultaneously.

  1. I’m a big fan of flaming firedad. That’s a classic right there. Your mom is one lucky lady. Exercise ball? Wow. They’re pretty inventive and adventurous. It scares me a little.

    Have a great visit!
    .-= Spot´s last blog ..Aliens & anal probes = reality TV =-.

  2. Awww, c’mon moooooog, you just posted that crazy shiz with the lady breastfeeding the thirty year old kids, a little Barishnidad never hurt anyone!
    I wish I could trade in my mean parents for your uber cool ones.
    .-= Kelly´s last blog ..Notes From the Underground =-.

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