Cute Overload :D
It is a real supple ride though.
I wasn’t aware that Louis Vuitton made pets, Florence A.
“… and so he staggers in, (streeetch!) after drinking with his buddies until two A.M., (urrnngh!) and just looks at me like ‘what’d I do?’ even though he knew (hrrrrmph!) it was the six-month anniversary of our first date.”
“Listen, sweetie, (huff, puff) you need to stop being a (pant, pant) doormat and own this situation. (wheeeze) “
Namaste, Shana.
[head tilt]
[eye plinks]
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[eye plinks]
[beak pecks]
Plinking, bokking and tiny feathery chest courtesy of Stephanie F.
On their quest to find endangered ani-pals, BBC zoologist and reporter Mark Carwardine get entangled with a frisky parrot. Hilarious hijinks ensue!
“Indeed, Suh.” (Say in Stephen Fry Jeeves and Wooster voice)
Behold “Coconut” the pup driving a “Cozy Coupe” kids car in his rainbow pajamas. Apparently, Coconut sits in the coupe “all the time” and waits to be “pushed around”. Nice redonk Caturday night activity you got there, Coconut.
Brandy D. wanted us to alert her if this pic got posted. Brandy, it’s a done dealio.
Ah, those poodley Apsos, those curly munchkins, those inspirational figures for the denizens of George Lhucas’ verdant Endor, those lhithe and lhovely (alhbeit a lhittle lhazy) lhemur-lhicking lhunatics… OK I’ll stop. From the Meg Files, circa December 19th, 2007.
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You might infer from the photo above that Buster, the Lhasa-poo, gets to choose where he sleeps, and he chose the big bed. This would be false. Hali, the bigger dog, likes the little bed.
Anna C.— Suuure we believe you. Kinda like these two guys—remember them?
On this day, in late August of 2007, today, the 31st, which is definitely today, something else happened. This is not that story.
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Caked and wrinkly, turtle ‘tocks
Crinkly, crusty turtle ‘tocks
Rumpled, puckered turtle ‘tocks
Ridged, and dimpled, turtle ‘tocks.
Olé!
Furrowed, folded, crumpled, crusty-tacular, Cheryl H.
Herbert recently lost his job as the household doorstop, so when The Dog offered him the opportunity, he couldn’t turn it down. You see, The Cat had recently upped his efforts to sabotage The Dog; and he suspected his Kibble was being poisoned in an attempt to be dethroned as man’s best friend. Frankly, Herbert felt bad for him, because let’s face it, The Dog was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Listen, Dog, I agreed to test your food, but do you have to hover over me like some kind drooly sweater?
I’m putting my neck on the line for you, the least you could’ve done was supply a step ladder.
I’m going to be honest with you: this crap you call food is so disgusting that I wouldn’t know if it was poisoned or not. Here’s an idea, maybe stop being so eager to please everyone and demand a real meal.
Take one step closer to me, Dog, and I’ll go straight to The Cat and tell him that you want to replace his kitty litter with Pop Rocks Candy.
Good luck with this situation, Kristin B.
Welcome back, film fans! Time once again for a “sneak peek” at the secrets of Tinseltown. Today we’re on the set of Cheapo Productions’ “Ultra Power Turtles III: The Quest for Pocket Lint” to watch our high-flying heroes actually take to the air!
How do they do it? “Now, your big studios would dangle the stars from an expensive rig, and blot out the wires in post-production,” says “Turtles” director Steve Rancid. “But we’re kinda strapped, so we just hold them up to the camera and make ‘whooshing’ noises.”
Spike was really looking forward to his first tandem skydiving jump. Although, he was concerned that the airbags were behind him.
You two make a lovely pair, Jessie S.
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