Oh COME ON.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
WHO DOES ANYTHING IN POLY-WOOL-PEACH-FIBER THESE DAYS!?
Gina A., youreally need to check yourself before you wreck yourself.
From the monthly archives: March 2009
Orwell That Ends Well
March 6, 2009 By
Oh, it seemed reasonable enough at the time; these things always do. "Surveillance kitties," they called them. Strictly for our protection, they said.
But it wasn’t long before they took over — Watching us everywhere, at all hours of the day and night…
These days, you can’t even walk down to the mailbox without being asked to show your identification papers, or being patted down for tuna…
(sigh) I just don’t know what this world is coming to sometimes…
Be seeing you, Melissa B.
How do you spell: “Y-O-U L-O-S-E”?
March 6, 2009 By
Because you do.
Lose.
To me.
A BIRD.
"Heh. heh."
This photo and many other fabu photos shall be APPEARKINGKS in the 2010 C.O. Calendar. YOU HEARD ME Catherine B.!
Quote of the day
March 6, 2009 By
"These are pictures of the cat that we found in our garden.
He was only two weeks old and his tail was bitten off.
We called (him) Apollo."
Very well then, Sender-Inner Becky R.
Very well.
Three Mini Winstons!
March 6, 2009 By
Look! This is what Winston might have looked like before he became all banana-eating and crotchety!
Josh N. Thank you for the flashback.!
You’ve Got a Bit of Teeth Stuck in Your Food, There
March 5, 2009 By
"Mrphth thmuph ig loorph flurghthing (munch, chomp) flr thrriff lurthph (ummm, smack) glurrtph hlurgh!"
"Ah, that’s better. Does anyone have a moist towelette?"
Sender-innered by "wondering," as in "I’m wondering what the heck that meant."
I Saw This in a Cartoon Once
March 5, 2009 By
"Dude, check it out: First, I sit in the bowl for a while, and let the dog see me. Then I get out, and the dog thinks I’m being baked into cookies! (chuckle) Stupid noob falls for it every — hey, what’s that whirring noise?"
Timing is everything, Diane D.
Behold the Fearsome Predator
March 4, 2009 By
On the vast arid plains of the Serengeti, the silent and deadly jaguar awaits his prey.
Victim in sight, he creeps slowly forward, his mighty paw raised for the killing stroke… and then…
WHUMP! "Oh, hi boss! I was just, ah… walking around the yard, minding my own business… you know, thinking about stuff… and definitely not stalking you, honest, I would never do that."
Rare jaguar cub born last year at Huachipa Zoo in Lima, Peru. Details here.
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