You want my boots, I’ll give you my boots. Anything, man. Just give me a little something to get me through the day…
In no way do I mean to imply that your rescue cat has a meth problem, Suzi H.
From the monthly archives: September 2009
It’s kind of like finding a potato chip that looks like Jesus.
September 30, 2009 By
Except it’s a bathroom towel dog, and he looks like Eleanor Roosevelt.
Forwarded by John L.
Dance of the Seven Tails
September 30, 2009 By
I Want My Phone Call!
September 30, 2009 By
Ya rotten, stinkin’ flatfoots ain’t got nothin’ on me! Ya hear me, ya no-good screws? Now one’a youse get my mouthpiece on the horn or I’m eatin’ this cage!
The acoustics make it truly unbearable.
September 29, 2009 By
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD!!! What are you doing in here?? Don’t you know how to knock?
Great, you’ve seen my webbed feet – are you happy now? Why don’t you take a picture, it lasts lon–
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Oh, you did not just take a picture! I swear, if this ends up on some blog with a stupid caption about how I should wear a shower cap-ybara..
Just get out! Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout!!!
Dobby really needs a shower cap-ybara, Loren S.
Urgent Health Action Alert Bulletin!
September 29, 2009 By
Attention all pigs! There is an elevated risk of a deadly strain of “girl flu.” If not treated early, girl flu can lead to death, or in extreme cases, cooties. Pigs are urged to avoid prolonged contact with girls, and also avoid activities which may weaken the immune system, such as shopping or watching romantic comedies.
Did somebody lose a bet, Florence A.?
Don Draper, He Ain’t
September 29, 2009 By
Perhaps it was the smell of fresh toner or the draw of warm paper – he wasn’t certain. But once again, after one martini too many, Fred found himself in this unenviable position.
There had been a going away party for Betty. Yes, that much he remembered. Unfortunately, what he didn’t remember was placing that one ill-advised photocopy in Mr. Vanslooten’s in box.
Kelli A. gets bonus points for naming her cat Pet.
My Heart Will Blorp On
September 28, 2009 By
Of all the dangers faced by ancient mariners, none was more deadly or feared than the Giant Blorpular Sealberg. These free-floating islands of blubber concealed as much as nine-tenths of their mass below the surface, just waiting to bounce any ship foolish enough to pass too close.
A new niche!
September 28, 2009 By
Ruhmember this guy? The blorp of butter that fell off a plate and into OUR HEARTS?
Just sayin’ it’s COINCIDENTAL THAT THERE IS A NEW WEBSITE called: “This Peanut Looks Like a Duck“
Check it:
I am highly skeptikuhls, Karla B.!
Ham-gloo
September 28, 2009 By
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