We Are (still, as a matter of fact) Hot Chicks Wednesday: Don't Call It A Comeback

Hello, HoGnation, and welcome to another fine installment of WAHCW. We know, we know. It's Thursday and well, we've been...eh, we're not exactly sure where we've been. That is, we kind of do: Cecil has officially fallen off the face of the planet, likely inebriated in a Denver bar talking to a random man about how the Broncos' season could've gone better. Old No. 7 has devoted every spare second he has to getting this clown



elected to the U.S. presidency. And Bankmeister? Frankly, I've no excuse for myself beyond sheer laziness. That said, however, we're back. We're just in time to squeeze in a January post, and just as soon as it stops being so damn frickin' freezing, we plan on being back with a vengeance. In the meantime, we ask that our blessed readership bare with us while we officially kiss 2008 hello. Again. Check out our grand scheme with one swift click...

As we've mentioned, it's witch's tit cold. We're trying not to think about it. In fact, we're looking ahead to warmer days where football drafts happen and baseball season kicks in and Stanley Cup playoffs are around the corner. Here's how we're managing such a difficult task.





















I know. Not even a single caption, right? Just a slice of evidence on how lazy us HoGsters have become. But hey...



...don't tell. It's how we've always rolled. Honest.

(All photos courtesy of those magicians over yonder at Gorilla Mask.)