Cute Overload :D
Figure 1: The “what are you doing with that chainsaw, Reverend?”
Figure 2: The “ghost story at summer camp”
Figure 3: The “Silence of the Lambs”
Photos by Jessica C., Siberian Husky puppy Belfi by Ritmó, and Eddie and Ginger F.
Great Addams Family Values ref, NOMTOM!
LMAO that 2nd one is priceless!!
I concur with the bravos!
One slight quibble: aren’t these, actually, quite SPECIFICALLY unsettling facial expressions (ie: references both to “Chainsaw” & “Silence/ Lambs” films …seem pretty darn specific to ME !!!)…as opposed to being “VAGUELY” unsettling……???
“Jus askin'” ………..
But, to re-iterate: BRAVO !!!!!
ps….where did the “Impending Doom” Tag go? Or is that only in Theo’s posts????
Seems as tho’ these would be “lovely” choices (so to speak) for that Tag????
[No, that was a Mike invention, and it does sound like a good idea here – Ed.]
Love the Addams Family reference, I adore that movie!
OMG, what a riot! What a great start to my day. That first guy looks a LOT like my Zacky and I’ve always been a sucker for a strong underbite (a la the sheepish one). Great stuff! :)
Hahaha. Oh man, that second photo reminds me of when I was little and had my friends over for slumber parties. We’d be telling ghost stories at night and my dad would inevitably scare the bejeezus out of us by popping up in a window with a flashlight under his chin. Spooky…
@Nikki LOL! My dad used to do the same thing. My brother, sister, and I would camp in the back yard – the dog would be in the tent with us – and dad would sneak up on us. I’m sure we all (including the dog) had that look on our faces!
[It’s so rare that you get to use a fine word like that, eh? – Ed.]
I love sheeps!!! but their eyes do freak me out a little bit.. they are kind of relentless when it comes to food too.
Once, I was carrying a bucket of food for my cousins horse but to get to the horse I had to go thru the goat/sheep pen. Well my cousin did not tell me that the bucket I was using was also the bucket used for goat/sheep food. I think there must have been a dozen or two of them trying to get that bucket.. So I tryed to run away and ended up running into an electrical fence and knocking it part of the way down…. but they still kept chasing me.. relentless little things…
Photo #2 is hilarious! Reminds me of Blair Witch project…
Nikki, I didn’t know it was your house I slept over at as a little kid!
I think my dad was one of the only ones that DIDN’T do that! But I certainly had friend’s dads who got a kick out of scaring the bejesus out of us.
Hee! Oh you have reminded me of the times I rubbed my dog’s top front teeth ’til they were dry, and watching them walk around with their top lip stuck to their gums.
Thank you! Bwa ha ha ha!
@Blondie and Hayley, lol. He’d also pull pranks when we were trying to do “seances” and levitation (remember that? “Light as a feather, stiff as a board…”) Yep, the entire therapy industry has my trickster dad to thank for single-handedly providing a steady stream of freaked out little girl patients…hahaha.
That’s why we love you and your wacky cultural references.
Nice underbite, Sheepy. ;)
VREEP VREEP VREEP
@Nikki, Blondie, Hayley!!! Why DID we do that, anyway? I was just thinking about that the other day. Why do twelve year old girls (probably eight or nine years old now, because twelve is the new 35 :P ) do that levitation thing? I remember one time, our fearless leader intoning “We will now attempt to lift this klutz!” and we all broke up screeching with laughter.
PS And Ouija boards, too.
U-R A D-O-O-F-U-S . . . .
“Quit pushing it!” NO, YOU quit pushing it!”
@ Nikki: We said it a bit differently. “The lightning struck the tree and the tree has fallen upon her. (repeat) She looks pale. (repeat) She is pale. (repeat) She.looks as if she’s going to die. (repeat) She’s dead. (repeat) Count of two she will stiffen, count of three she will rise. One, two, three.” Where did that come from? I can’t believe I remember that.
@Theresa – LMAO at your ouija board conversation. You must have been in my backyard…
@Kibblenibble – what cracks me up is that we kept trying to do this even though it NEVER worked! Ah, youth.
#2 is TOTALLY – “and when she put the last piece in the puzzle of a living room identical to hers, there was the face of a madman psycho knife murderer in the window” CUE THE LIGHTNING & THUNDER!!!!!!!
I really adore the Husky pup, he looks so very very cute
“And when they opened the car door, there was a BLOODY HOOK!!!!! embedded in it!!!”
I’m loving this. When I worked in the NY Public library, we had pages who were very sweet, earnest inner city kids. They came from tough backgrounds, and had never done anything like camp or slumber parties. So they had never heard all these ridiculous things that suburban and middle-class kids do to each other. I couldn’t believe they had never heard all those corny old camp stories, so I told them the stories, and scared the bejesus out of them. It was wonderful, all the screeching and giggling again, took me right back to sixth grade. ;)
I’m a little scared by that first one!
@Theresa – “And she realized he was calling from INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!” :)
@Theo and NTMTOM, I was watching a Mets (arrgh!) game the other day, and one of the broadcasters said someone was “gallivanting” down to first base. “Gallivanting”!!! That’s a Catholic school word for you!!
[Thankfully, I wouldn’t know. ;) – Ed.]
@Nikki, it wasn’t the DOG that licked her hand!!!! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
OMG – the bloody hook!!! I remember that one!!!! :lol:
*runs away screaming*
The first pup is cute, the second one is creepy, and the sheep is FREAKING ME OUT.
I LOVE the 2nd one! That’s priceless!!!!
(And I don’t get it – what’s freaky about sheep?!?!)
It’s not sheep in general that are freaky–hell, I love sheep as much as the next person. It’s that look, the eyes, the sneering lip, the teeth….Maybe I’m just in an off mood today. And actually, now that I look at the second pup again, he’s not creepy, he just needs a big hug. Oh, well. (goes off to mope in corner)
No moping, Skippymom! You gave me my laugh of the day on the cute boy post. :D
Does anyone remember saying “I am the ghost of Mable Wable, put all your money on my table…”????
Long time reader, first time commenter, and I’m only commenting because I adore the Addams Family Values reference.
The husky is also adorkable. :3
Kristabelle? The “cute boy post”? Was there a cute boy? I do remember recently seeing a monkey, and a bucket, but a cute boy? Hmmm.
You know, the cute boy with the flaming meerkat…
I cannot remember for the LIFE of me, where the heck it was that I heard that… But I DO remember somebody saying it at some point during my childhood. Odd.
The huskie is adorable- I love his little keesable leeps!
The nervously smiling beagle looks JUST like my friends dearly departed dog, who also used to smile for “bikets” (as their toddler said biscuit).
And I haven’t decided yet whether or not I belive the sheep to be cute or blood-curdling. Those teeth look like they could pinch an unsuspecting butt with no remorse!
Oh, THAT one. I vaguely recall, now, that everybody was frothing at the mouth over some young man. I didn’t really notice him, though, as he was not my type. (In other words, young, handsome, and appears to be a nice person: totally counter to my personal taste in men.)
COME ON, guys, you know, the cute guy with the flaming meerkat who sounded like Johnny Cash but was really Joaquin Phoenix!!!
PS SkippyMom, want to nail down what’s a little freaky about sheep? Look at their eyes. Those oblong-shaped pupils.
@Kelsey, don’t turn your back on goats, either. They know exactly where to butt. It’s as if they saw all the slapstick silent movies and cartoons about goats.
Theresa, he looked like Joaquin Phoenix, but he turned out to be Steve Lipscomb.
Eeeek! Freeky sheep’s leeps! And yeah, Kelsey, those toofs *will* severely peench an unsuspecting butt! Yowch!
The hovertext on photo #3 nearly killed me. What a menacing grin! :D
Actually Goats nip sheep do not.
I have had both…. And for the record The picture of the sheep .. she is actually (as close as sheep get to it) smiling or showing affection or rather interest in theperson taking her picture.
Mine do it all the time… it is a combination of stretch our neck and lift lip… they also do it with their babies and other sheep when they are playing with them That is why I always think of it as a smile! Yes they do play with each other. THey love a good game of sheep tag.
The malamute’s/husky’s face just kills me! :D
Very excellent, superior post!! Hovertext is always the icing on the cake of cuteness. You peeps are geniuses.
Awww KittyAdventures, I just had the cutest picture in my mind of little fluff ball sheep babies prancing about in a meadow tagging each other and skipping off away. I’m in a much better mood now! :D
@Theresa, I was “attacked” (mobbed, swarmed, stampeded…MUGGED) by goats at a petting zoo when I was three. I had a bag of goat food and the little devils chased me screaming and crying up a slide where several waited at the bottom, mouths foaming and claws bared. Through my dad’s laughter I managed to make out some kind soul yelling “DROP THE BAG!!” I did and they pounced on it like a pack of hyenas on a lame gazelle. After several minutes of coaxing, I decended the slide and attempted ONE LAST TIME to pet one of the wicked creatures and was promptly butted from behind in the rear end, toppeld over, then climbed on. Out of fear for my life, I stayed on all fours four a good minute or two with a goat CHEWING ON MY PONY TAIL and another trying to pull my foot off by my shoelace. It was a real FUN experience. :|
Kelsey, *snerk* that’s a horrible experience for a wee ‘un! *giggle* And I can’t believe your dad didn’t come to your rescue! How did you ever survive? *guffaw*
Kelsey, has it taken you years of therapy to deal with this incident?
My dad EVENTUALLY came and plucked me up off of the ground. He picked a rotten time to teach me “self-reliance”. Actually, he thought I was having a good time with a goat on my back… I’d stopped screaming by this point and had succomed to the possibility that I may very well be killed. He mistook my lack of screaming as a sign that I was enjoying myself.
And endless courses of prescription drugs.
KittyAdventures – You are right, and I stand corrected! (I was thinking of goats.) I love the thought of a pasture full of smiling sheep and lambs.
Kelsey – WOW, just WOW. I swear I am not laughing at your misfortune. I swear… *crosses fingers behind back*
Kelsey, it sounds expensive. I hope you have good insurance.
Assuming your dad is still with us, I would love to hear HIS version of how this whole scene went down.
@Kelsey – yep, gotta love Dads. Keeping therapists and the pharmaceutical industry in business since 1963.
Needless to say he’d GREATLY downplay the entire situation… to save his own skin, I’m sure. ;) Psh!
All joking aside, he’s a wonderful dad and we laugh about this one on occasion. Usually when somebody brings up goats. Which, oddly enough, happens more than one would assume…
Noooo, of COURSE not. ;)
Oh, the second one is absolutely priceless!
@Kelsey, sounds like the time when I was four, and I went tearing up the block with a neighbor’s (enormous, very goofy) German Shepherd bouncing and barking after me. Onlookers yelled “Don’t run!!” HA Easy for you to say, you don’t have a mutant fire-breathing monster on your heels.
Upshot, she caught me, knocked me down, and almost drowned me in doggy spit.
PS As for Dads, unless your dad stops you on your way out of a restaurant, takes out a handkerchief, and gives your face a spit bath on a busy NYC street, and you’re IN YOUR THIRTIES, I don’t want to hear about them. ;)
Oh dear! That must have been like being chased by a HORSE at four years old. Yikes!
My MOTHER still attempts to do the face-bath thing. She tried to do that to my baby the other day… I had to go “eww” and hand her a wipe. Either get a baby wipe OR wet the rag with HIS spit. (I HATE people spit, doggy kiss spit is ok tho)
Yup — i relate entirely. My parallel was growing up w/ 3 older brudders. Dad was out of town for months at the time/ Aircraft Carrier missions so all three became a unit of hoods. They did what they interpreted as “tickling”, which was basically digging, *HARD* into the area immediately under my ribcage & *NOT* stopping when I asked them too, ‘cuz *they were* havin’ fun ……….
they are not entirely composed of Satan; they since have developed some human aspects ……..
(To guyz, readin’ this …I don’t assume, that you would behave the same way; so somehow I managed to pull out from the experience not entirely psychically scarred …….Maybe Cute Animalz are what provided my psychic healing/??)
Hahah those are hilarious. Great photo captures, I love the dog.
Photo no.2 made me laugh so hard I spit on the keyboard…oops.
You meesed one!
ROTFL! I’m just getting caught up – My eyes are tearing at the memories of the camp nights, the petting zoo, and the years of therapy it induced! When I was in Girl Scouts (had to be about 10yrs old) we went on a trip that included a visit to a petting zoo. The zoo itself was uneventful, but that night a wild skunk got curious and joined us in the tent. 6 pre-teen girls, 1 parent, and 1 skunk. How we managed to get out of the tent without being sprayed is still amazing. I think we were too terrified to make any noise, but when we got out of the tent, chaos ensued. Screeches and OMIGOD filled the night air…
as good as No 2 is, the lamb takes the prize. :)
OMGOSH ! I LOVED THE SECOND ONE !!!! ;D
FUNNIEST ONE ON THIS SITE ;D
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