It’s Thursday. Could it be? I think we have another beaver sighting, guys! This one was sent in by a reader with a sharp eye and an even sharper sense of humor. The shirt boldly declares, “Beaver Valley — there’s no place I’d rather come,” and it’s fully aware of the joke it’s making. It’s crude, cheeky, and immature in the best possible way—guaranteed to earn a few laughs and groans. Call it filthy wordplay if you want, but it’s really just a public service announcement that the wearer has a solid sense of humor and zero shame.
Best of all, it’s not some one-off gag—you can actually buy it all over the internet.
-keep

OH C’MON!
And for what? We’re long past the festive phase of winter. Christmas is over, the lights are packed away, and now all that’s left is drifting snow and negative wind chills. Everything is frozen solid. What really gets me is knowing there are still weeks and weeks of this nonsense ahead. Every weather alert feels personal. Every blast of Arctic air feels completely unnecessary. Nobody wants to go outside—and if you do, you have to layer up like you’re heading out on an Arctic expedition just to run to the store.

At this point, I’m not asking for summer—hell, I’d settle for temperatures nearly above freezing and a glimpse of pavement that isn’t stained with salt. I’m done! Enough already.
Anyway, today I have a double shot of amateur goodness to share with all of you. It should pair well with Friday’s usual tradition of double babes & double jokes. Enjoy!
-keep
Keep, I may be considered old-school but I like a little fuzz on my peach. Not too much, but more than you generally see these days. I’ve attached two more pictures of my wife. My apologies for the crop. -Anonymous