Cute Overload :D
Samantha and Honey Bear, sittin’ in a tree!
Kay-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye-Enn-GEE!
First comes love, then comes marriage,
Then comes a baby in a baby carriage the blood-curdling screams of AGONY at the razor-sharp claws of a godless KILLING MACHINE!!!1! AUUUGGGHHH!!!
Snorgling machine is more like it, Samantha B.
For the special times—when only the best will do—reach for the hamster trusted by more families than any other: Floofmann’s Canned Ham.
That’s because Floofmann’s chooses only the freshest, proshest hams, with 30 percent more ‘tocks,* picked at their peak of redonku-liciousness.
And now, so that you may savor the jaw-dropping cleverness:
* Do we even want to know how you got 30% more ‘tocks, Julie and Ron?
6:00AM: Wake up, chase cat on treadmill.
6:30AM: Make Mooch breakfast.
6:31AM: Make mental note to call Dr. Lipschwitz about Mooch demanding Fancy Feast.
7:06AM: Train into city.
7:10AM: Scold Mooch, explain why he can’t stick head out window, add incident to Lipschwitz list.
8:00AM: Arrive at Mooch’s daycare, wonder why door is locked.
8:02AM: Realize it’s Saturday.
Hope you offered him a venti, non-fat, half-caff, extra-foamy latte, Leighann S.
It’s just that—well, this is kind of embarrassing—my uniform is at the cleaners.
Little accident with the ketchup dispenser, if you must know.
Their fall from Hollywood elite was shocking and swift, but they did what was necessary to pay the bills. Given, their new gig is a little depressing, but at least they headline on Wednesdays as the male revue “Everything but the Oink”. It’s no summer blockbuster, but they make the best of it. Wilbur, Babe, and Piglet always do.
Erewhay areway ethay eglay armersway, Echo L.?
According to ham-tographer Laura-Elizabeth; “They pile themselves up in this warm cozy pouch and when they hear me coming to see them all tumble out at once. Ridiculous hams.”
Sleepy Pouch by Laura-Elizabeth was suggested via Twitter by FourHams.
For today’s busy serial prankster, the most important skill to master is time management. For example, tie your victim’s shoelaces together first; this will keep him engaged and distracted, giving you time to short-sheet his bed, fill the sugar bowl with salt, and hide his car keys.
Check the sofa for whoopee cushions, Claire C.
Photo by Angelo Sotira.
Winston is perfect in every way, but occasionally needs a scrubbin’. Annually. Check out Winston’s bath time—he exhibits fewer cranky meows than usual, but satisfies with a lack-of-fluff-to-huge-eyes ratio.
Rich over at FourFour, you can wrap us up in a blankie eh-nee-time.
While useful, there was something slightly disturbing about her new fanny pack that Sheila couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Amelie B., it would be an honor to name him Hawkeye.
Weather very nice, except for Smurfsday, when it rained paper clips until purple o’clock… Went to the zooquarium and saw the polar sharks swimming in pea soup… Still can’t find a Starbucks anywhere…
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