Cute Overload :D
This towel is too scratchy, and these lights are too bright! Have I mentioned that I hate when people stare?
Listen man, I’m gonna tell you one last time – I don’t know anyone named “Emmet”, and if you continue to stand here, you’re gonna get some pureed sardines thrown at your ugly mug.
Patricia S. says that Elaine and Leroy, two North American River Otters, just had the above baby at Binghamton Zoo. Photo by Lexy Roberts.
Any book with the phrase “rising body temperatures trigger arousal” is bound to be a page-turner, so when alert reader Arial R. sent us this, noting “I found this in a book at the library and thought it was oh-so-adorable,” that set our tails a-twitchin’.
Let us now examine the sleeping habits of our friend, the squirrel — who is, to put it charitably, not a morning person. (This will be on your final exam, by the way.)
Geet your mind out of the guhtter! Thees ees a test of strength! My Uncle Hans taught me thees treek, and believe you me, if you wants to be a weight leefter, you will learn to beench press a fellow feline! Now leeeft, dammit, leeeft!
Not safe for work, Matthew H.
The parsnip-garitas are cool, the pool is luke, and I have a bitchin’ mix of Toto and Duran Duran on the speakers. Enjoy.
I hope you don’t find carrot puree all over the bathroom in the morning, Wendy L.
Cuteologists, we are presented today with a rarely-seen corollary to Rule of Cuteness #8 (If your furniture doubles as a meal, you’re cute), which states: If your bath doubles as a meal, you’re cute. And you can finish that all by yourself. No, really, I don’t seem to have an appetite for some reason, so you go ahead.
Photo credit: AnimalAdvocates. Submitted by Dave K.
Is this a hand, or is this a hand? I’ve hugged a lot of hands in my time, but this hand is the most huggable hand I’ve ever hugged! How can I be so sure, I hear you asking? Because I know hands, my friend, and this — this right here is a hand!
Dear Mom and Dad: I like Camp Wannasnorgleya. It is pretty fun, mostly. Some nights I get scared and wake up clinging to a counselor, but it’s mostly pretty fun.
Once they pry me off, we all have breakfast. The cook is named Mr. Walter. He only knows how to make macaroni and cheese. That’s OK, I like macaroni and cheese.
After breakfast, we do activities. My favorite is Computer Camp. My instructor is Mr. Russell, who knows a whole lot about computers even though a judge said he’s not allowed to use them anymore on account of how smart he is.
After a fun day, we get to have dinner. Tonight, I’m earning my cooking merit badge by helping Mr. Walter make macaroni and cheese.
Then we tell ghost stories around the campfire. Tonight’s story is “The One-Eyed, Peg-Legged Pirate Ghost with a Hook Hand Who Likes to Hide Under Campers’ Beds and Kidnap Them When They’re Sleeping, Especially Baby Baboons.”
You may remember this cutie from an earlier post. Thanks again, Jamin C.!
//UPDATE: By oh-so-popular request, here’s that picture of Jamin again! //
“… aaaaand one, two, three, leeck, two three, roll, two, three, leeck, two, three… C’mon, kid, keep up with me or you’ll never make the Olympic team!”
“Baby Pheebee says she can do the same thing as Big Brother Chandler, only better,” says Vickie T.
Hey, Sweets. I like you; you like me. I’d like to take you to a movie…
Oh. Well, I think that’s R-Rated, so my Ma is going to have to come with us…
That’s gonna be one long date, Dr. Mary .
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