Your delectable Bunday dessert is ready. [Handing you bun] slurp it up!
This may just be the BEST Bunday post of all time, Vivian F.
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Here’s the story of Frank and Joe.
Frank is the fast-quacking trucking buddy of construction delivery guy Joe. Joe used to hunt ducks, but got a duck-hunting dog that… wouldn’t. Frank does helpful things like eat bananas on the job, watch Joe deliver stuff, and snorf the ladies. The best part is the "if more people had ducks…" line.
Actually, Sender-Inner Sparky thinks the gosling baby pics are the best part.
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[Handing piglet blule-ribbon award] Dang, piglet, you win theBest of Schnozzles. We don’t even have to wait for the Schnozzle awards in March. This competishe is OVER. [clapping hands in 'done' motion]
Can you lift your head up a little bit there to show us the GOODS?
Thanks.
Oh you knew I was gonna do this.
Stand back. It’s for your own good.
SCHNOZZHANCE!
Runt piggle "Chester" LOVED burying himself in heaps of laundry. Photos by the fabulous Kristine B.
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"I’ll explain on our way to Nicaragua" [chomps bone]
What adventure IS Kobe talking about, April P.?
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We used to both fit in this basket not THREE MONTHS ago.
Honey?
OOOF, Pancake Pantry! I especially like the shoulder-twisting action…
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In our last chapter of the adventures of Benson Hedges, Private Eye, our hero tracked down the notorious crime boss, “Squeaky” Lowenstein. Can Benson make this hardened criminal quack under questioning? Tune in for the next thrilling episode!
Remember, no enhanced interrogation techniques, Kate G.
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"Ach, how dearly I love to stroll the hills an’ valleys o’me beloved East Kibblearneyshire-on-Heath, land o’me birth. To watch the mornin’ mist creepin o’er the moors… To hoist a pint wi’the lads down at the Goose and Gristle… And the lassies. Aye, the bonnie lassies, greetin’ ye with a hearty ‘hoocch floocch nae’Gloocch!‘ Aye, there dinna be nae finer country in Heaven an’ Earth than me own bonnie…"
"Oh, will you give it a rest already, Brigadoofus? This is Des Moines!"
The dilithium crystals kinna handle the cute, Carrie B.!
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"Chevy" the Pop is showing off some full bleed Pomeranian ACTION. We’re talking an entire FACE FULL OF SCHNOZZLE.
That’s right:
"Muuu hwa hwa hwa hwa hwa!"
Pom "Chevy" over at NonMinus pants in your general direction.
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Leeps.
Of a Kitten.
There’s some fang-like protrusions going on there too.
LIP-HANCE!
Amy H. says she has more pics of her kittens of their Christmas outfits at her website. That’s just great.
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"Touch nothing!" ordered Inspector LaFlange as he entered the study. In the room were the bodies of T. Randolph Flosswinkle, billionaire inventor of sonar-guided nose-hair clippers, and his top accountant, Bryce Porterhouse. Immediately, the Inspector’s keen senses picked up the scent of foul play. "This was no accident," he declared. "This case has the unmistakable odor — OF MURDER!"
Do NOT go in there, Stacy C.
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