Dear Evil Discussor... Who would you like to hump this hump day?

Holy fuck a shit. And a tit. Yesterday, I had some high-ass fucking-ass comments page demand for Hump Day Hussaliciousness. Who the eff knew my effing Hump Day Hussy was so effing loved by so effing many? Alright, fine, it was just four people, but still. Unless its all the same hump day loving hussing husser masquerading as two anons, a tilly, and a concha. But, either way, I'm humbled. And, also, frightened.

And, clearly, lazy. So much so, that instead of coming up with a post today, I just took my own comments page comment from yesterday, cut it, pasted it, edited it, appended to it, tossed in a "tit," some "husses," a couple extra "effings," and an "alright," and threw it on here, complete with this: My gift to you. A token of my love. A sign of my appreciation. And yes, proof of my instantaneous real-time reaction to your very real real-time needs! A special Hump Day Hussy! A Day After Hump Day Hussy! If you will! A Hump Day Hussy that very well might get me put on some Most Wanted List, or at the very least, get my phone tapped! But I fear not. I hide my humping needs from no one.

He's tough. He's Irish. He's cute. He's cuddly.


Ray Kelly, N.Y.P.D. Commissioner. Yesterday, you were my Hump Day Hussy.


previously
Hump Day Hussy #5
Hump Day Hussy #4, A Hump Day Hussathon
Hump Day Hussy #3
Hump Day Hussy #2
Hump Day Hussy #1