Cute Overload :D
Seriously, I’m so organized, it’s scary:
So why do people keep saying I’m disorganized?
I dunno, Pam W., just a feeling.
You get a nice look, guy? You get a big ol’ eyeful? You trying to get her name? Well, her name is Mine, understand? Why don’t you just step off before I peck your face in, a’ight?
Penguins wearing wife beaters and black chains are always trouble, Sarah W.
Day 17: I have established base camp at the foot of the treacherous south face, whose sheer, forbidding vertical surface has claimed many an explorer before me. With the monsoon storms just days away, I must make every precious minute count as I inch my way to the fabled Ceiling of Coyolxauhuiehecatl — and history.
I claim this post in the name of Erin C.!
… and so, Mabel settled down in the straw and enjoyed the new scarf her older brother had given her. But still, her brother’s knowing smirk filled Mabel’s mind with troubling questions. For instance, why was she dressed just like a baby? And why was there a baby dressed just like a lamb earlier that week? But these doubts paled next to the most worrisome question of all…
Was this scarf knitted from someone I know?
Spotted at the Bendigo Sheep and Wool Festival in Victoria Australia by kelebek. More here.
I warned you I was allergic to that shampoo, but did you believe me? Oh no, not you, think you know everything, don’t you? Well, now my face is melting, so let’s hear your clever idea for fixing that, Vidal Buffoon!
Your “Gary” has the (echo effect) Jowls of DESSS-tiny, Heather Y.
Washington, D.C. — Outraged legislators renewed calls for banning human-animal hybrids after researchers at the Frankenstein Institute for Extremely Scary Science announced the creation of a “lambaby.” According to a spokesperson for an angry mob that stormed the Institute, “arghle grumble blaarphle rhubarb rhubarb!”
I have just one word for you, Brynne M.: PASICKIE!
Heeerrrrrre, birdie, birdie, birdie. At some point, you’re going to need a drink of this niiiice water I brought you. Maybe not in the next minute, maybe not in the next hour. But I’ve got alllllll day, boys, and you’re the only thing on my calendar.
The early cat gets the bird, Karen M.
The piano is my forte, and I love to lie down in it,
It suits my laid-back at-etude, I don’t care how you spinet.
When I’m keyed up, can’t stay upright, life’s tempo gets too taxing,
I lie for just a minuet, and presto! I’m relaxing.
I’m never too Bizet to take a nap where notes are rolling,
When melodies float like the breeze, this console’s quite consoling.
So play whatever song you like; Chopsticks to Clair de Lune-a,
For where there’s a piano, I expect piano tuna.
We all octave a kitty like that, Kristina V.
I’ve been trying to look more evil and less snuggley, I swear. And yes, I’ll try to grow into my paws faster. Look, I know I have a lot to live up to, but I’m trying. Really. Please, I can’t sit in these Smurf undergarments any longer.
Azrael, a little help here?
Papa Smurf had a big ass, Sandy S.
Schwenksville, PA — Police today ended a reign of terror as they apprehended notorious crime lord “Feathers” McGinty, suspected of masterminding KFC and Chick-Fil-A robberies across five states.
I’ll have the “chicken surprise,” Anthea M.
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