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October 8, 2012

Monday.... Fu*king Monday.... & and Muscles...

So today was yet another day at Satan's A/C, inc. Ya ever meet those people who HATE their jobs? I mean like, with a passion...  The ones that have a list? (You know what list I am talking about, don't play dumb!) My list is called the SWAT list. That means that I can probably get everyone in the top 3 before SWAT takes my ass out.

I revised that list today. That was the kind of Day it was. I worked 74 hours the week before last. I was so excited that NJD (New Junior Dispatcher) was going to be able to pick up a lot of the slack, and today those hopes were crushed. They put a freeze on any non-essential overtime. So apperently, since I am ABLE to manage the entire office by my self, it means that any additional help would be 'Non Essential'...

I am not sure how I could have avoided getting myself in this mess. Maybe after the 65th hour I should have just shot someone (on my list, of course) in the knee-cap, as a warning shot. Maybe then they would have realized what they have done to me. Maybe not. It still would have felt good. I imagine it like this:

'Thank you for calling XXX Orlando this is Aaron, Please hold while I re-load'

Has a certain ring to it. Okay. Okay, I know, not funny. Many people have died in terrible workplace shootings. And While I would never, ever hurt anyone in a non-defensive way, I am still able to jest about it.

Now, onto what we all really care about!

Hot muscles, and hotter boys:


freeballinboys:

Dibs on the guy in white.
I want the one on the right.... First.


His cock looks so thick, he could wear his watch on it ;)
My future Gardener...
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That’s a nice big dip stick you got there ;)
My Future mechanic...


Yum! Poolside meat ;)
My Future Pool Boy...


Has longing in his eyes...


Nice Pecs...


Well Oiled hard-body...


I am sooo ready for some football ;)
What is that, Klingon? Don't care I would spend HOURS studying...


brentwalker092:

Wrought iron… :)
Look at his shoulders...


Perfectly Sculpted...


I call dibs on the one on the left...


The best part is when the blindfold comes off...


I bet I'm better at ball playing...


Did someone say 'tushy-tamer'?


No seriously, I can't find my pants...


Lucky Yamaha


sfgutmuscle:

Beautiful
I have the sudden urge to motorboat something...


Keep pulling those shorts down ;)
Wonderful Sunset...



October 5, 2012

Friday, Fratboys, & Mitt Romney





So..... the door is open and I am about to JUMP. After more than 2 years with XYZ (we'll call my place of employ that for now) I have informed the service manager that I am getting ready to leave. Knowing that what I do takes a ton of time to learn I have given him as much information as I can as to when I will be leaving. The simple answer is as soon as someone puts an offer on paper that is better than what I have now, and that won't be hard.





The job has become consuming. What started as a 35-40 hour work week quickly morphed into 'enhanced-full time' (as my HR director affectionately summed it up), and it has stayed there without slowing down for 3 months now. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the overtime pay, but I hate the fact that I have not seen the outside of my house in the sunlight for more than a month. I haven't mowed my own lawn, or done ANY yard work for the simple fact that I leave before the sun comes up and return home as it is setting. I understand that sometimes work is work, and those are just the sacrifices we make, but I am done. I will have the opportunity to work like a dog when I get my Law Degree. Until then I need to live a little.

I know, I know, I know, I have not posted anything, not that there is anyone to read, But gimme a break. I clocked more than 65 hours this week. Finding time to pee is hard, let alone time to post. I do find it a relaxing start to the day, however, and will be more diligent in the future.

So with out further ado, here are the boys of Frat boy Friday!





Just a little political humor... Leave Big Bird Alone!


ccaption:

“Oh … hey, bro.  I was just—you know, it gets hot in these fucking dorms—oh, yeah, the window air conditioner—well … I guess I forgot about that.  But, dude, I was just, you know—just staying cool here as I did some—some research for my English Lit class on—on—on gay literature.  You know, like, from an academic perspective.”
Excuse me, may I use that charger??

Wonder what the belt buckle says....



ccaption:

A tap on his leg brought Garth out of a hazy sleep.  Sitting up slightly in the bean bag, he found Benny kneeling at his feet.
“Dude—?”
“Shhhh,” Benny whispered.  He glanced down at Garth’s shorts and nodded.
“What? Here?” Garth looked around, nervous.
“SH!” Benny crawled a little closer and glanced over his shoulder.  “Everyone’s either passed out or gone.”
“But someone could wake—”
“Dude.” Benny’s whisper was insistent, desperate. “Been almost two fucking weeks.”
Garth glanced around.  Sure enough, all their brothers in Gamma Phi were either passed out or gone … he looked down into Benny’s eager, but always a little tortured, eyes.
How could he say no?
Lost a bet...

ccaption:

Driving your buds up to your parents’ cabin: $75
Hauling out your parents’ boat and cruising the lake: $150 + one bottle of sunblock
Sipping a beer and looking at the three asses you’ve fucked in the last year: priceless.
Water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink....
ccaption:

Joe and Brayden stood stock-still, staring at their drunk bro hump a bathroom sink. 
“Oh yeahhhh, baaaaaaby,” Luke groaned.
The other two bros snickered, then guffawed, but Luke continued to hump the sink with abandon. “Ohh yeahhhhh that’s it BAAAbyyyyyy…….”
“Shit,” Joe blubbered through his laughter. “That is wasted.”  Brayden doubled over, laughing and holding his stomach.  But then it happened:
“OHhhhh….yeahhhh….ohhhhh, Brayden….FUCK!…..yesssss…..”
Joe and Brayden froze. “What he say?” Joe asked.
Brayden blushed.  “Who cares what a wasted dude says?”
“He say your name, dude?”
Suddenly Luke began humping the sink wildly.  “BRAYDEN! BRAYDEN! YES! GOD YES!”
Fierce red painting their faces, Joe and Brayden turned and left the bathroom.  And never mentioned it again.  To anyone.
Urinating, you're doing it right!


frat boys love baths
fuck-the-hook3r:

hell yeah, that other guys just sitting there not knowing how lucky he is haha
Scrub-a-dub-dub, two bros in a tub...

frat boys love cargo shorts
One of these is not like the others....

frat boys love show & tell
underneathmymattress:

Pretending to not actually check each other out.
No, mine is bigger...

frat boys love caps
tugonequick:

Cheeky jocks are so hot 
I need my hat back, please...







October 1, 2012

Muscle Monday

Good Morning! I hope everyone is able to rub the sleep out of their eyes, and brush the Vodka residue from their teeth, Because it is MONDAY!

Not only is it Monday, it is the first day of October, and in Florida that means some things:

1) The average daytime temperature drops from 90+ to a cool 83! Who-Hoo! (Don't knock it, you haven't lived yet until you burn your taint on the car seat On Halloween)

2) Two people who have nothing in common with anyone here make Florida base camp, and every commercial that interrupts Honey-Boo-Boo Child is either trying to scare the shit outta the old people, or scare the shit outta religious people! Hold on to your asses, its going to be a wild ride!

I, having never been a person who regards mornings as particularly hard or unpleasant, know that my some of my fellow brethren don't necessarily feel the same way as I do. So to really open your eyes in a way that Folgers can't I present Muscle Monday:





 Yes, yes I WILL help put your lotion on....



Mmm.... fuzzy......



Why is he even BOTHERING with the hoodie?

malemodelfeet:

David Ramirez / homotography.com
With a look like that it has to be good....




I'm on dish duty!


What the hell is he sitting on? Not me, I know, but still?




End the post with a little love!

And some Passion:




 Everyone be safe and enjoy their Monday!