Great Improvement

We are certainly pleased to hear that your husband's recommendation is working again. Continue to apply our product and we are sure you will continue to enjoy satisfaction, Madam.

Courtesy of Eye of the Hellhound

Raven Test #3

Thanks for the light!

Raven Test #2

Ravens don't give a damn, They smoke if they got 'em.

Thanks to xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hey, Y'all. Is there anybody that still comes here? No matter. Suffice it to say I am reactivating this blog.

And here's why.

I have been doing on Twitter what I used to do here: post images with my own original captioning.

However, as fast as I am used to posting ("tweeting" in Twitter terms), the algorithms on the media site stupidly decide that I am a spambot, and lock my account for violating their restrictions against so-called "automated behavior".

As a matter of fact, at this time, I am still waiting for them to unlock my account for the umpteenth time.

No matter what approach I take for tweeting images, they still do not get it.

But my brilliant wife has figured out a way for me to have my cake and eat it too.

Tweet one captioned image an hour, while posting as rapidly as I want to HERE on my blog.

Then direct my Twitter followers to this blog, if they want to see more.

Now is that a cool idea or not?

Well, we shall see.

I have to figure out this blog posting stuff all over again -- it's been years, Peeps.

WELCOME!

Avast Ye!

The emergence of Madame's assets were greeted with applause and cheers.

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

Booty Call

Hank hated to go out in public because he had the world's most attractive butt for a man, and he found that both men and woman were so fascinated by it that when his jacket would ride up for any reason, the nearest person (interestingly enough, never his wife) immediately grab for that anatomy.

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

The Twins

She spent more time than she thought reasonable assuring associates that she had not had breast augmentation surgery...

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

Hubba Hubba

The sailors would have found the vision horrifying if it hadn't been for the fact that they had been at sea without respite for 130 days.

The Captain tried to buy the giantess a drink.

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

Back Off

"Hey, we found a car. Nobody in it. It's ours now. We've staked our claim. Don't try to take it from us."

From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say

Hello Kitty Indeed

"Are we driving someplace, or do you plan to ply me with some catnip?"

From my Facebook Page, The Hell You Say

Yes, it has been a hella long time since I have posted here, but I wanted to see if posting something anew would cause a blip in the traffic across my old blog, so I have reposted an item that I first posted on my Facebook page, The Hell You Say. If you like this sort of original captioned image post, come on over to my FB page. I have been posting new pics for a long time, and there is a shitload of stuff you haven't seen yet.

Playtime

By now, Jimmy had figured out the drill. Recognizing that look on his mom's face, he knew that the next words out of her mouth would be "When I get this into the oven, we'll have 45 minutes to go in the bedroom and mess around with Mr. Happy".

Many Thanks to Fuck Yeah Vintage-Retro