I know this has nothing to do with Hamm’s Hats, but why the Earth isn’t spinning off its axis RIGHT NOW is completely beyond me.
Yes — here we see FOUR Joyce brothers all shitting away their carefully earned paychecks in front of the diabolical whore-machines at The Brass Rail.
This goes beyond Wonder-Twin Powers, Care Bare Stares, Power Ranger whatever-it-is-the-fucking-power-rangers-do, or Keith’s brain. This should scare every human being on the planet, and rightly so.
Something like this comes to mind:
Mrs. Joyce would be
proud appalled titillated nonplussed.
And now back to your regularly scheduled program.
Mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee … sa-a-ay what!?
Mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee … sa-a-ay what!?!?
mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee, mee-nee, meeeeeeeeeeeeee ………
Yeah, Quicksilver! And no, I don’t understand. Potholes in my lawn.
Gibby said it best:
Once again I have fallen behind on my HHPDs. This simply will not do, so let’s get right back into it with a healthy shot of Hamm’s-Hat-iness and our good pal Quicksilver, who is clearly in the right spirit of things.
More posts will be coming forthwith … I’ve got a nice queue assembled, so stop in at The Rail, order a delicious can of Hamm’s, and let’s get it ON!
Quicksilver looking very dashing in his well-manicured Hamm’s Hat. And just in time for Jeopardy!
What is: “Wearing a Hamm’s Hat?”
Quicksilver putting on his game face just in time for Jeopardy.